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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 11.02.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Thank you to germanakice for beta reading
First thing on a winter's morning was perhaps not the best time of year for "naked breakfasts." Not only were the stone floors cold beneath my feet, but the rest of the house was, too.
I'd woken up in bed alone, snuggling deeper into warm sheets. It hadn't mattered then that the house was freezing. I didn't care, not when I had such toasty warm covers wrapped around me. I'd reached out for Jasper, only to find his side of the bed empty and cold. As I was pulling my hand back, I came across the note. Scrawled on a page from my notebook were the words, "Naked breakfast, 8am."
Glancing up at the clock, I'd seen that it was just about ten to eight. So much for staying wrapped up in a snuggly blanket.
Still, naked breakfasts had always come with such wonderful desserts, so I was willing to brave the cold. At least until my feet hit the floor! I hissed at the contact, pulling my feet up, feeling like I'd just dipped my toes into a pool only to find that it was full of ice.
I would have put my slippers on, but the rules of naked breakfasts were simple. Nakedness was mandatory. For everyone involved. No slippers, socks, shoes, clothing (no matter how sexual in nature) and absolutely nothing else that would cover or otherwise obstruct the viewing of flesh. Simple. And it had certainly proved to be erotic on more than one occasion.
Of course, those occasions had so far been restricted to summer, where the weather was agreeable, and prancing around in the nude was comfortable and more enjoyable than wearing clothes.
Now I just wanted to crawl back into bed and stay there. At least until the heating decided to wake up. Which wasn't for another half hour on the weekends.
Still, rules were rules, and naked breakfasts could be… delicious.
Braving the cold once more, my feet hit the floor and I forced them to stay there. Just like jumping into the pool feet first. Apparently it helped to acclimatise to the temperature a bit quicker, but all I felt, with just my feet on the floor and sat up in bed, was the hardening of my nipples and the aching for a warmer climate.
"Fuck!" My nipples were so hard they were tingling, verging on the point of pain.
Any colder and my teeth would be chattering.
I glanced longingly at my dressing gown, wishing I could feel the warm fluff slide over my skin…
Before I could grab it, I shot up off the bed and went for the door. Had I stared at it any longer, I'd have been wrapped in it before I could change my mind.
I wished I'd changed my mind.
When I opened the door, a blast of frigid air hit me, making me shiver. Still, I'd made it to the door. Downstairs would be warmer, depending on what Jasper was cooking for breakfast.
With a skip and a bounce, I hopped over to the stairs, welcoming the carpet beneath my feet with a sigh. Bare floorboards were nice to look at, and easy to clean, but carpets were soft and warm, no matter how cold the room.
Light music reached my ears the farther I got down the stairs. Jasper was humming. How he was humming whilst cooking naked was beyond me. I refused to do the cooking, at least until he allowed that in the event of cooking, an apron would be worn. But as soon as the cooker was off and any and all hot items were either away or on plates, the apron was to come off.
Fine by me. Besides, he had this habit of doing a little jig while he cooked. Nothing beat waking up in the morning and seeing that ass shaking in the kitchen. Made me want to run over to him, grab one cheek in each hand and squeeze until he begged me to stop.
It also made me want to do other things to him that were exceptionally dirty, and he had yet to agree. Though one day I would end up just sneaking up behind him, bending him over and not giving him a choice. But that day was a way off yet.
When I rounded the corner into the kitchen, my desires of things dirty and dark came rushing back to me. He was doing his little dance, standing over the stove, shaking that butt. The ties from the apron bounced with each shake of his ass. He kicked his hips to the left and then to the right, waving his arms in time with each move.
The cold clearly wasn't bothering him.
I watched him dancing for a moment before I said, "Morning."
He glanced over his shoulder, smirking at me. "Morning, darlin'."
I'llgiveyoumorning."You know it's freezing, right?" I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping he had the sense to either start dancing again and distract me or apologise.
He did neither. "I know."
When he turned around again, the oven was off, and he was untying the apron strings. His smirk was still well and truly in place as he tossed the apron over the back of a chair.
"Breakfast?" I asked. But my eyes were drifting lower and lower, thoughts of food disappearing.
"It'll keep for half an hour, maybe an hour. Maybe more." His voice dropped to a low growl, so sexy it made me weak at the knees.
He stood there in the early morning cold showing no signs at all that we were experiencing anything other than tropical temperatures. Everything about him was hot and ready, steaming almost.
When he stalked towards me, long thighs eating up the short distance in a second, he dropped his head, looking at me with hooded eyes as though I was what was for breakfast and he hadn't eaten in a week.
Strong arms grabbed me around my waist, lifting me off the floor, making me squeal.
Who needed breakfast? Not me.
Who needed dressing gowns on cold mornings? Still to be confirmed.
A moan bubbled out of my lips as Jasper pressed me against him, wrapping his body around mine. He was so warm, heat radiating off him and soaking into me. It wasn't the only thing I wanted sinking deeper into me.
"Up on the table," he whispered, warm breath rushing across my skin, making me shiver in delight.
No need to tell me twice! Pulling away from him made the cold feel so much worse, but at least the smooth wood of the table wasn't so bad. I hopped up onto it, sitting on the edge, swinging my legs slightly, watching Jasper approach.
My legs weren't the only things swinging. His erection bobbed with every step he took. He was more than ready for anything and everything, and suddenly I didn't care that my nipples were standing to attention, tingling with the edge of pain.
"Lie back." He eased his palms up my thighs, gripping my hips and pushing me back on the table. "All the way back."
No sooner had my head hit the table, than Jasper dove between my thighs, using his hands to spread me wide, and his mouth to make me forget everything other than him. His tongue dipped deep into me, caressing parts only he had ever touched. Each stroke made me squirm, lifting my hips to meet him, begging for more with each move and each moan he eased from my lips.
Finally I managed to say, "More," and that was exactly what I got. Fingers added to the mix, driving into me, giving me a taster of what was still to come. He nipped lightly at my sensitive flesh, making me yelp in delight. Teeth grazed me. His tongue lapped up everything I had to offer. Fingers continued delving into my depths, over and over again.
Each thrust, each lick, eased away the cold, replacing it with a heat that beat everything. It started in my stomach, burning there steadily. Tendrils reached out, spreading to every part of me, warming me from the inside out.
And then there was nothing but heat. Somewhere between the steadily burning pit in the centre of me, stoked by hand and mouth, and the warmth spreading through me, an explosion erupted. It blazed through me, pulling cries of ecstasy from my lips, making me arch up off the table in search of more. Jasper gave me more, fusing his mouth to my flesh, tasting me as I came for him, teasing me into giving him more, taking me far beyond the edge of sanity and right the way into heaven.
When the fires died down, clearing away everything, leaving me bare and raw, and yet still desperate for more of the same, the cold returned, too. It was all the colder for having tasted something so hot.
I shivered against the table, partly from those delightful little aftershocks of a great orgasm, and partly from the cold that was only temporarily dispersed.
Jasper kissed me lightly, sending another shiver through me. Then he was pulling me towards him, off the table. He turned me around, rubbing his erection against my ass, trailing kisses up my neck.
"Bend over," he whispered, using his hands to ease me down.
The table was warm under my breasts, and Jasper's hands were a warm weight against my back. One of those hands was eased down my back, lightly tapping my ass on the way past, down the back of my thigh, and around to my knee. He half picked me up, spreading me wide in the process, resting my leg against the table so he could have as much access as he needed.
The hot head of his erection rubbed against me, soaking the tip, making me moan. That delicate fire was returning with each pass, flaring to life as Jasper thrust forward, filling me in a single stroke. The moan that bubbled out of his lips made me smile, and I pushed my hips back, teasing him.
"Fuck," he cursed, the word coming out as a deep, guttural sound.
He slipped his arm under my knee, lifting it off the table. Apparently I wasn't spread far enough. His other hand eased its way along my back, coming to rest at the back of my neck, gripping me, keeping me exactly where I was.
All the teasing he'd done, the little touches and his early breakfast were over.
Holding my body tightly, he pulled back, so slowly, one last tease.
And then he fucked me.
Driving that long, hard part of himself into me, gripping my body, he gave me everything I'd asked for, everything he had to offer. He stoked the fire in me until it was burning bright enough to burn down the house. He didn't stop when I exploded around him the first time. He didn't slow down when I screamed for him again. He took me as hard as he pleased, and only when his own shouts of pleasure mingled with mine, did he drive himself into me harder than ever before finally slowing down.
We were both breathing hard, Jasper's chest and pleasantly warm weight on my back where he was resting.
"How was that for breakfast?" he whispered.
I chuckled a little, smiling. "I didn't get to eat anything."
"Hmm, true. But I did," he told me, "and can I just say, it was delicious."
"Don't expect breakfast like this every morning," I warned him. "It's far too cold."
"Then by all means, my love, let me get you some clothes."
He moved off me, letting the cold air make me shiver once more. Before he got too far, I pushed myself up, testing my weight on my knees. It felt like they'd hold me, but I wasn't so sure. Reaching out, I grabbed Jasper's wrist.
"But I haven't eaten yet," I told him with a smirk. "I think I should eat before we get dressed. Don't you?"
That wicked smirk of his lit up his face. "Anything you want, darlin'."
DCM A/N: Now that is a way to fight the cold off in the mornings, not to mention a definite way to start your day. Many thanks to faerie_kitten for jumping in and writing this for us, especially with all the writing that you are doing writing now (*coughs-your OF-coughs*). Make sure to leave FK some love.
Next week we have a newbie to SML, jenijveg.
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