Cece woke with a snort, the sun peeking through the crack of Schmidt's unreasonably expensive curtains being the catalyst for her premature consciousness. She turned her eyes from the light and instead focused on the sleeping form beside her. Schmidt snored quietly, his hair in a state he'd never allow outside of these four walls. Cece smiled at the thought. Her smile widened when she thought about what they'd gotten up to mere hours before. She let her mind linger for a few moments before snapping to, not realizing her fingers had subconsciously made their way to her smiling lips.
She turned back to investigate the sun peeking through the curtains again. As her eyes adjusted to the new light, she judged it was probably about 8-8:30 am. Early. Still plenty of time to sleep in.
But had she turned the alarm off her phone? Saturday was usually her early day at the bar, but she had swapped shifts with Nick just the night before. She knew she would be wanting to sleep in, but did she have the foresight to switch her alarm off? She somehow doubted that. She looked to the end table nearest her. No luck. She then looked around the room before settling on her jeans, thrown haphazardly over Schmidt's reading chair clear across the room.
Cece frowned and weighed her options. Get up briefly now, and risk not being able to fall back asleep, or fall back asleep for 20-30 minutes and risk being awoken to the obnoxious blearing of her alarm. It didn't take long for her to reach her decision.
Without further deliberation, she slipped out of Schmidt's bed, and tiptoed across the room to the chair. She plucked her phone from her jeans and swiped around until she found her alarm. She should have given herself more credit: the alarm was off. She rolled her eyes, and dropped the phone back on the chair. She turned quickly, her bare feet and legs chilled by the air of the cool morning air, her flimsy blue tank top offering little to combat the temperature.
As she stepped back toward the bed, Schmidt stirred, turning from his side to his back. In the process, the sheets slipped off of him to reveal his bare body, still completely naked from the night before.
Cece swallowed deeply as she again remembered the previous night. She instantly warmed, and again, her fingers made their way to her lips. After a moment, inspiration struck. Cece raised her eyebrows and smiled to herself. She took one step forward, and deliberately slid her black, cotton panties down to the floor before stepping out.
She mover her right hand slowly down the side of her breast, then down her hip. She widened her stance slightly before gently exploring herself, testing the waters.
She was not surprised to find herself already ready to go. She exhaled with some effort, and began touching herself, back and forth, in and out. Her left hand softly caressed her breasts over the fabric of her tank top as her right hand worked confidently over her clit. She kept her breathing even, intending to make this last.
But Schmidt stirred again, kicking the sheets off even further. Cece bit her lip and tilted her head.
"Change of plans," she whispered to herself.
She stopped what she was doing and instead moved quietly back to the bed. She gently crawled in, careful not to wake Schmidt. Yet. She got to her knees and slowly pulled the sheets off Schmidt completely. She looked down at his flaccid member. Not particularly impressive in its natural state, but boy, it knew how to rise to the occasion.
"Let's see just what we can get out of you," she mouthed to herself.
She paused for a moment before slipping the hairband off her wrist and tying her hair back in a quick pony. If this got where she thought it might, she would be grateful to have her sometimes wild mane out of the way.
Cece's eyes went carefully back to Schmidt's cock. She knelt down lower, perpendicular to his body, and laid her head on his abdomen, pony tail facing his face, her face facing her prize. She lifted his flaccid penis and pressed it to her lips. She kissed it lovingly before running her tongue across the tip a few times. Almost instantly, his penis began to stiffen. Little by little, she eased him further into her mouth, her tongue exploring all angles of his growing member.
As Schmidt still slept behind her, Cece took time to enjoy the moment. The taste of his flesh in its unprepared state, traces of her own flavor still lingering slightly. She continued for a few moments longer. Until he had grown so much that she needed to adjust.
Without taking him from her mouth, she turned her head so that he was straight up inside her like a sun dial. She slowly pulled him from her mouth before glancing up at Schmidt's face. He was still asleep, but it wouldn't be long.
Cece went down on him a few more times. Not too deep, just enough to comfortably graze the roof of her mouth. Schmidt stirred. Cece picked up the pace. Up and down. Up and down. Each trip bringing Schmidt that much closer to daylight. Finally….
"Oh my God," he said with surprise, eyes snapping open. "Oh my God."
"Good morning, sunshine," Cece smiled, fluttering her eyes before taking him back in her mouth.
"Oh good God" Schmidt continued, gripping the side of the bed tightly.
"You already said that," Cece said, taking him from her mouth and straightening up on her knees. She stroked him expertly with her right hand as she stretched out her back.
"What… what are you doing?"
"Just trying something new. Don't you like it?"
"Oh, I don't think I could like it any more. Not possibly."
"Well in that case…"
Cece went back in, meaning to take him full bore, no hands. But she wasn't the only one that could surprise.
Before she could react, Schmidt had rolled quickly out of bed. He stood, spun, and faced her, his throbbing erection comically pointing straight out from his body.
Cece crawled to the edge of the bed to face him, then crossed her arms over her chest.
"I wasn't done with that," she scolded.
"Oh, you don't have to be," Schmidt said with his own smile. "Just wanted to even the playing field a bit."
"What do you…?"
Before Cece knew it, Schmidt had her cradled in her arms, planting a firm, deep kiss on her lips.
"Trust me?"
"Always."
Before she knew it, Schmidt was spinning Cece upside down. He carefully lifted her knees over his shoulders before rather clumsily placing his face in front of her center. Cece grabbed the backs of his legs as she got her wits about her. Confused, she started to protest. But once Schmidt's tongue had found the spot, she thought better of it.
"Oh, shit," she said. "Shit shit shit."
This was new. The sensation heightened. Whether out of surprise, exhaustion, or disorientation. This? This was good.
As Schmidt returned the favor, Cece found herself adapting to the situation. She eased her grip on Schmidt's thighs as her own legs relaxed, her left leg bending only slightly at the knee as her right leg bent greatly, her calf nearly resting on her thigh. And as her comfort grew, so did her ambition.
As Schmidt knowingly and steadily tongued at her, she felt confident enough to get back to work. Steadying herself with her left hand, she found Schmidt with her right and took him in her mouth again. And again. And again.
They traded favors, back and forth, for what felt like hours. It ran through Cece's mind more than once that she was surprised it had taken them this long to give this a shot. They'd tried so many other things before, something as seemingly 'by the book' as this? Seems like they'd have gotten to it years ago.
After a few minutes, Schmidt's leg began to tremble. He slowly eased Cece back on the bed, where she happily collapsed, Schmidt's 7 inches spilling from her mouth as she did so.
"What's the matter?" she panted. "To heavy for you?"
"Not at all," Schmidt answered as he sprang to the other side of the bed. "I'm just… you know… ready."
"Ready?" Cece asked, eyes wide with confusion.
"Ready."
Cece felt Schmidt grab her ankles and pull her to the other side of the bed. He flipped her carefully and softly lifted her by the shoulders to her knees, pulling her back to his chest. He turned her head and pulled her into another deep kiss. Breaking the kiss they looked deep into each other's eyes and smiled, knowing they were nearing the home stretch.
Cece slipped her tank top over her head, happy to be free of the fabric. She leaned forward, resting on her elbows and waited. Schmidt eyed the view for a moment before easing himself into Cece's well-prepared center. Cece exhaled as he entered her, moaning loudly.
"Yes…" she uttered, taking him in for the first time in hours.
He started slowly at first, easing in and out, caressing her back in unison with his penetration. Cece moved with him, working together towards their beautiful, common goal. She took her right hand to her breast, thumbing her nipple as Schmidt's hands massage her neck. The settled into a wonderful groove. A groove Cece would've been happy to ride for hours.
But Schmidt had other ideas.
"Get ready," he said out of nowhere.
"Get ready?"
Schmidt lowered his center of gravity and plunged in deeply as Cece felt her eyes go wide, a silent scream escaping her lips. Schmidt gathered her messy pony tail his hand and pulled her upright. He reached around and gathered her full breasts in his hands as he retreated briefly before pushing back in just as deep as before. Cece felt a more audible gasp leave her body this time as Schmidt again backed off. He continued fondling her breast with his left hand, but grabbed her chin with his right. He turned her to face him and looked her deep in the eye.
"God, I love you so much," he whispered.
Cece nodded, allowing her eyes to fall. Schmidt released her and she leaned forward again, settling back on her elbows momentarily. Schmidt quickened his pace, but did not lessen his ambition. A few pumps later and Cece could hardly take it. No longer able to silence her screams of joy, she grabbed one of Schmidt's down pillows and placed it in front under her face as Schmidt kept pounding away. Feeling the muscles in her legs cramping, she began to slowly sink into the mattress until she lay completely flat on her belly, unable to move. Just when she thought she'd reached her end, Schmidt stopped and let out a deep cry of his own, signaling his own climax. He thrust once more and dropped himself on top of her, careful to never completely take himself from inside her.
After a few moments, Cece struggled to raise her face from the pillow. She noted dark spots her mascara left, combined with the stains of her ecstatic tears. She slipped her hands under her chin and smiled.
"That was…. So incredible," she said.
"We always are," Schmidt chuckled, trailing kisses across her back. He let his head rest on the back of her shoulder. They lied there for some time, intertwined, until each one's breathing lured the other to sleep.