“You’re so close,” I grit as her tight walls begin to pulse and spasm around my length, trying to hold me in place as I quicken my tempo. Rolling her clit in quicker circles, I cover her mouth, drinking down her orgasm as mine explodes deep within her. With one last thrust, I plant myself balls-deep, allowing her pulsing core to pull every last drop of my orgasm from me as my forehead drops to her collarbone.
“Good morning,” she whispers after a long moment, and I place a kiss against her chest then pull back to look down at her, releasing her hands as I do.
“Morning.” I grin, watching her slowly smile and stretch her arms over her head, thrusting her breasts into my face.
“I think I just found the cure for my hate of mornings,” she moans as I suck her breast that she offered up into my mouth then let it go with a pop.
“Is that an invention to wake you up like that every morning?” I question, drawing her other breast into my mouth while pulling out just a bit and sliding my still semi-hard cock back in.
“Definitely,” she breathes, dragging her nails through my hair as I rock slowly in and out of her.
“We need to get up and shower,” I remind her as the heels of her feet dig into my thighs in a silent demand.
“We do,” she agrees, swiveling her hips, making me groan and my cock start to slowly come back to life.
“Fuck,” I grumble against her mouth as the alarm goes off, breaking into the moment between us. “We need a vacation.”
“What time is it?” I don’t answer. I’m too caught up in the way her body is reacting to my touch. Arching her back, her head presses into the pillow then her eyes widen. “Oh shit, we have to get ready!” she shouts, catching me off-guard, rolling me to my back, leaving me lying there half-hard and stunned as she quickly rolls off me and out of the bed.
“What the fuck?” I do an ab crunch and try to catch her, but before I can get my arms around her she jumps back a foot, the movement making her breasts bounce enticingly.
“Sorry.” She shakes her head then looks at my cock, which is now rock-hard and pointing at the ceiling. “Sorry,” she says again, apologizing this time to my cock that twitches in reply.
“Christ,” I groan, falling to my back and covering my face with my hands in frustration. “You owe me.” I don’t even look at her. I can hear her opening her closet, so I know she’s close and can hear me loud and clear.
“I swear I’ll make it up to you when we get home.” Dropping my hands from my face, I turn and glare at her.
“Damn straight you will.”
Her eyes roam over me, and she half apologizes through a soft giggle before turning and rushing off to the bathroom, where I hear the shower turn on a minute later. Looking down at my cock I fall back into bed with an aggravated sigh. It’s going to be a long fucking day.
“Coffee, black, one sugar.”
“And you?” the girl behind the counter pulls her eyes from me to ask Ashlyn. She must be new, since everyone else who works here knows Ashlyn by name and knows her coffee order by heart.
“I’ll take a large iced coffee with cream and two sugars,” she says, and the girl types it into the register before looking at her once more.
“Is that all?”
“No… um…” She scans the display case. “Two chocolate cake pops, one birthday cake pop, and one blueberry muffin. Oh, and one of those chocolate chip cookies.” Ashlyn points out each item as the girl smiles, placing the items she asked for in a paper bag.
“Hungry?” I question quietly, tugging her into my side, and her head tips back to look up at me.
“A little.” She shrugs, smiling sheepishly, making me laugh. Without a thought, I dip my face and touch my mouth to hers, not able to help myself.
“Will you share?” I ask against her lips, and she shakes her head.
“Probably not.”
“Not even with your husband you left high and dry this morning? We could have stayed in bed another twenty minutes. I had no idea this,” I jerk my head toward the display, “is why you were in such a rush.”
“Okay, since you put it that way, I guess I can share a few bites with you,” she grumbles, making me smile and kiss her again. With my hand against her lower back, I lead her to the end of the counter where I pick up our drinks and get straws, watching as Ash opens the bag the girl hands her then pulling out a chocolate cake pop, eating the whole thing in one giant bite.
“So I guess you’re not sharing.” I laugh, and she shrugs, chewing like crazy then swallowing hard. She then leans over, without taking her cup from me, and takes a huge gulp through the straw.
“There’s one chocolate one left.” She smiles, and I shake my head.
“You’ve got chocolate all over your teeth.”
“Do I?” She grins, showing off her chocolate-coated mouth, and I toss back my head and laugh.
“You’re a nut.” I wrap my hand holding her drink around her back and tug her into me.
“I’m not a nut.” She leans up, giving me a chocolaty kiss, then freezes when someone whimpers behind us.
Peeking around me, her eyes widen. “Mom,” she whispers, pulling from me. “Are you okay?”
“Fine, I’m fine. I have to go.” She rushes out of the coffee shop with Ashlyn hot on her heels. I follow close, but not too close, and wait a few feet away, watching Lilly pull her daughter in for a hug, closing her eyes. I can’t hear what she says to her, but I can see her mouth move. Then she leans back, kisses Ashlyn’s cheek, and sends me a wave before getting into her car. Standing on the curb, Ashlyn wraps her arms around her waist while her mom backs out and drives off.