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I stir awakening from the deepest of slumbers and instantly I sense that something is different ... I move my head slightly and feel the soft curl of chest hair against my cheek and the press of hot masculine flesh against my own naked body. I move tentatively and feel legs entwined with my own. My slight movement prompts a tightening of two strong arms which are wrapped around me, their strength giving me a new sense of security even as my eyes flutter sleepily open.

I murmur softly and press closer, fingers trailing to tug chest hair before bestowing a tender kiss on the flesh beneath my cheek. My body feels heavy, but languorously so. As I flex it, my ass tingles and I press my flaming face into your torso as they flare as pink as those other cheeks could still be at the memory of what passed between us; though I realise I have no idea just how much time has elapsed since my 'visit' and I have no idea of just how awake You might be and if you are awake, how long you have been so ...
 
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He could feel her stir in his arms as she woke, gently caressing his chest and tugging upon the thick mat that she's woven her fingers into. A groggy smile plays upon his lips as he squeezes her tightly in his arms, pressing her body tight to his.

Gentle strokes of her head as it lay on his chest let her know he's awake now too as a low moan of sleepy satisfaction escapes his lips.

"Good morning My honey," placing a tender kiss upon her head, "have you been awake long?" He held her close and stretched his legs against hers, pulling her closer still with the movement.
 
The low rumble of his moan vibrates though his chest, a hand moves to stroke her head and causes her to voice an answering purr.

"Good morning My honey,"

That affectionate nickname makes her heart skip as do the promises he made her as he claimed her. A kiss is dropped on her head, the casual intimacy feeling so right.

"have you been awake long?"

She finds herself held even closer if that were possible and belatedly she realises that incredibly he is still buried inside her!

"No... only just woke up."

She fails to hold back a gasp as she feels him throb and begin to swell.

"MMMmm... you do feel awake... "
 
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The mutual shifting of their bodies as they settled in caused incredible sensations to course through his loins. His natural morning state apparently took over where he'd left off, if in fact it ever took a break, and he could feel his head swell as Mari's muscles flexed in response to their movements.

"You feel very awake yourself. I'd offer you coffee, but frankly this is a lot more stimulating and a lot more fun." He held still inside her, enjoying the feeling of her silken folds massaging him in the early moments after sleep. Every nerve seemingly heightened in sensitivity as consciousness took a firmer hold of his body. Even the slightest flutter and flex of her body sent waves of pleasure through out his body.

He kissed her tenderly and captured her lower lip between his as he pulled back. "I can't think of a better way to spend the day then like this, can you?"
 
"You feel very awake yourself."

She blushes hotly all too aware of the involuntary fluttering of her pussy around his length as she feels him swell and throb.

"I'd offer you coffee, but frankly this is a lot more stimulating and a lot more fun."

The significance of his comment is not lost on her.

"More stimulating than coffee?!"

The teasing tone is compromised by the soft gasp which follows as he seems to expand stretching her tight walls and easing further into her depths. Her cry is captured by his kiss, the sensual savouring of her lip making her quiver.

"I can't think of a better way to spend the day then like this, can you?"

Her eyes lock with his, her face curving into a smile feeling safer and more secure than she ever has before.

"No ... no better way at all ... "

She murmurs softly and rolls her hips finding herself already slick as she slides her tight tunnel along his throbbing shaft.

"If I'm with you, then it's perfect .. whatever we do ... "

She murmurs, her mouth moving to his in a softly sensual kiss ...
 
Her eyes locked with his as she rolled her hips upon his shaft, the warm sheathe sliding easily along his length and sending waves of delicious pleasure up his spine.

"No ... no better way at all ... If I'm with you, then it's perfect .. whatever we do ... "

Melting into her kiss, our lips pressing together softly, tongues exploring gently as we savor the pleasure of each others body. Rocking my hips in rhythm to the rolling of hers as my shaft begins to slide gently in and out.

"Good girl."
 
"Good girl."

How it is that those words make her whole pussy contract she cannot fathom, but that involuntary movement adds to the friction as that slowly sensual stroking continues and picks up pace slightly.

"Oh my Goddd .... "

Soft gasps punctuate each push and pull as pussy walls grab greedily and breath quickens.

"Mmmm ... please ... "

She finds herself softly begging for more ...
 
The sensual sound of her moans and gasps causes the head of his cock to swell deep inside her. Hips rocking steadily as our lips continue to lock, soft begging between kisses.

Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he eases her atop him, letting her hips fall hard upon his groin, legs astride him as he continued to thrust deep inside her.

"God you feel so good My honey." Caressing the sides of her breasts as they press into his chest. "My pussy on my cock... my honey in my arms... perfect."
 
She finds herself held securely as his body rolls to move her on top of him.
The change of position causes her hips to line up with his. Groin to groin, the angle is ideal.
She gasps loudly as his cock slides slickly into her centre.
Impaled totally by the simple action of her body weight drawing her hips downwards.
But then his cock rises to thrust upwards, his length now able to bury into an amazing depth causing her to cry out loudly.

"God you feel so good My honey."

His hands are stroking her breasts as her legs are splayed either side of his making her helpless as she lays speared by his shaft as he strokes in and out of her.

"My pussy on my cock... my honey in my arms... perfect."

His words weave a web of possession even as his cock claims her.

"... all yours ... "

She agrees breathlessly.

"My Keeper... "

She confirms craving the maximum force of every penetration as her hips move to meet the full force of his thrusts.
 
Her words melted his heart and fired his passion. He slid his hands down her side and grabbed her ass firmly. Guiding and moving her atop him, feeling her muscles twitch and quiver inside and out. His hands kneading her ass, his cock throbbing inside her pussy.

He arched his back and moaned deeply. "Yes My honey.. all mine." Locking his eyes with hers, staring deeply into the rich blue flecked with gold, "Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to protect and please. Mine to keep."

Thrusting his hips harder and faster, he lifted her and let her fall upon his hard shaft. Stretching her and filling her with every thrust. Grinding against her clit with every meeting of their thrusts.
 
She groans as his hands move to her ass and take control moulding her body into his, directing as her hips raise and fall, the unison of their bodies so perfect that their moans combine, so intense is that coupling.

"Yes My honey.. all mine."

His proclamation punctuates his penetration, their eyes locking as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to protect and please. Mine to keep."

She is his more completely than he has ever imagined.
She gasps as his thrusts accelerate once more, her body raised only to fall and impale herself on his shaft. His girth, this length literally skewering her.
Her slickness, her pulsating pussy welcoming him into her very core.

"Ahhhhh ... oh my God .... yesss ... "

Her moans become incoherent as he grinds against her clit, as her arousal mounts, as he drives her harder, higher and she rides him with renewed abandon. Her body is his; every nerve ending seems sensitised and totally attuned to his taking of her.

She is his to command, to control.
She could cumm at a single word from him, or could ride him endlessly if that is what he wishes.
Never has she felt so owned, so so cherished, so loved ...
 
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Her cries of passion only fuel his desire. Her need to be filled matched only by his need to fill her completely. Her breasts rubs against his as their bodies come together in heated passion. His cock driving ever so deep inside her as his head twitches in pleasure.

Gripping her ass firmly he thrusts harder and faster. His mind is awash in pleasure and passion. His only thought is to fill her with his love and flood her with his desire. Her eyes close as she moans and loses herself in the grinding, thrusting, sweaty reality of their being. Her body is as keyed to explode as his, ready to let go at his command.

"Cum for me My honey," his voice gravelly with desire. "Cum hard for me as I fill you."

As if on command he felt her grip him even tighter and his cock erupted inside her. The sensations were too much and the first wave of his cum shot deep inside her as she ground down on his cock. He gripped her ass firmly and held her still as the next few waves of cum spilled forth, coating her with his seed before continuing to thrust deeply. Her muscles milking his balls of every precious drop.

He continued to hold and grind against her as his balls drained inside her and held her tight. Kissing her passionately as his throbbing cock began to finally finish it's spasms and soften slightly in her grip.

Exhausted and sweaty, his breath ragged with passion, he held her close and whispered, "Oh my god that was intense. Thank you My honey. That is most definitely the best possible to wake up ever."
 
"Cum for me My honey. Cum hard for me as I fill you."

Those words are all she needs to push her instantly over the edge.
The spasm rocks her body from head to toe, her pussy clenching with an intense urgency which captures his cock even as she feels him start to spurt inside her.
He is buried to the hilt as her whole body seems to contort, capturing and clinging as she cries out. His hands pin her ass and hold her on him as he cums over and over forcing his seed up inside her, flooding her even as her pussy walls move to massage and milk drawing every drop into her depths.

She is breathless as he kisses her. Her body quivers uncontrollably.
When his mouth releases hers, her breath is ragged.

"Oh my god that was intense. Thank you My honey.
That is most definitely the best possible to wake up ever."


She blushes belatedly at the ease with which he can arouse and push her beyond the limits of her own control and cause her to cum at his command.

"Very intense ..."

She agrees softly, her body now pressed closely as he embraces her in his strong arms as she rides the emotions and physical fall out of their fucking.

" ... one way to make sure that I'm wide awake."

Though her body is somnolent, all is crystal clear.
This is no one off 'dream', not transient; not an interlude to walk away from and forget ...
This is her reality now ... He is her reality ...
Somehow he has captured her heart and soul and she knows there is no going back ...
Not that she would ever want to ...
Without searching, she has found the answer to all the needs she was not even aware of.
He is her answer.

"... but then you always have my total attention ... "

She tells him softly as she looks up at him, still stunned at their intensity.

" ... and all before coffee ... "

She cannot resist teasing as she drops a light kiss on his mouth.
 
It started as a light kiss, their lips meeting quickly in love, but it turned into more kisses that deepened with every iteration. The last was a deep soul searching kiss that seemed to last an eternity. A kiss that expressed the love and commitment they shared and fostered with every moment and action. She was his, as he was hers. Bound together in body and soul, they held each other as time and the universe stood still.

When it ended and their lips parted he felt that he had found the piece that was missing in his life. A piece he didn’t even know was empty until she filled it. He felt full of life and love and his entire body tingled in anticipation of the future.

“Mmmmmmm, good girl, but speaking of coffee, I think I should get us both some very soon. Would you like breakfast in bed, or shall we move to the kitchen and see what we can cook up there?” He slowly eased her of his softening member and kissed her again because his lips already missed hers and because he could. “It’s ladies choice My honey. I need to make sure you maintain your strength.” He smiled and gave her a playful smack on her bottom.
 
His lips responded to her light kiss, the transformation instant as the searing, searching embrace melded their souls. Time ceased to exist. Anything before him was irrelevant and now she simply knew that their futures would be inextricably linked. All that existed was the present, their perfect union, their total exchange of themselves, of the giving of one to the other.
When they finally drew apart, her eyes locked with his, lips barely leaving each other as he breathed.

“Mmmmmmm, good girl, but speaking of coffee, I think I should get us both some very soon. Would you like breakfast in bed, or shall we move to the kitchen and see what we can cook up there?”

She chuckled, her hand moving to lace her fingers in his chest hair once more, gasping softly as he finally eased out of her.

”Coffee sounds … good … “

She managed to agree.

“It’s ladies choice My honey. I need to make sure you maintain your strength.”

She giggled as his hand landed with playful familiarity on her ass, but his words brought that familiar pink hue to her cheeks as she reflected on the intensity of what had passed between them and thought of all that they might share in the future; even making coffee and breakfast would be special if she was with him. And that was all she wanted now; to be with him.

”We can head for the kitchen if you like … I’m sure we can find something there to satisfy our appetites… “

She told him demurely.
 
He smiled, “Well, we will either satisfy or work them back up, hopefully a bit of both.” He gave her a knowing wink as he gently eased out of their bed to begrudgingly put on a pair of boxers. “Cooking naked can be a dangerous sport, and I’m not willing to risk it.” His voice was light and filled with happiness as he handed her a white Oxford shirt from his closet for her to wear.

“I’ll go start the coffee if you want to take a moment before coming down. I’m certain there’s plenty of things we can rustle up to satisfy just about any appetite.”
 
“Well, we will either satisfy or work them back up, hopefully a bit of both.”

She gasped at his words, laughing at his playfulness, then watched as he eased out of the bed, her eyes moving admiringly along his torso until the object of her gaze was unfortunately covered by the boxers he drew on.

“Cooking naked can be a dangerous sport, and I’m not willing to risk it.”


She glanced around trying to remember where her own clothes had been discarded what seemed like an age ago, but before she had recalled their location he handed her one of his own garments.

“I’ll go start the coffee if you want to take a moment before coming down.
I’m certain there’s plenty of things we can rustle up to satisfy just about any appetite.”


She nodded wordlessly, the smile on her face irrepressible as she resisted the urge to kiss him once more, sure that they would both be lost if they embraced again. Instead she watched him slowly walk from the room, emitting a soft sigh as he disappeared from sight and taking a moment to lay back in his bed and just enjoy the sensation of satisfaction and security … of belonging … to Him …

But she wanted to be with him and did not want to linger, so she eased upright and donned the shirt, leaving the top two buttons unfastened and turning to the mirror to check her appearance. Her fair skin was still visibly pinked and she looked somewhat dishevelled, but even she could see the happiness that radiated from her as she took in her own image. She briefly ran her fingers lightly through her tussled hair and noted that the generous flare of fabric skimmed down her body to mid-thigh length. The breadth of his torso ensured adequate fabric to cover the proportions of her breasts, though the length of his arms necessitated that she fold over the sleeves to roll them up slightly, after all they were supposed to be cooking, she reasoned. That, she decided was the only concession to 'neatening up' that she would make and so wearing just that shirt, she padded barefoot across the room and back down the stairs, turning in the direction of the kitchen, curious to see what he was up to.

Already the aroma of coffee hit her senses as she reached the bottom step, bringing with it the realisation that she was actually hungry. He had worked up more than one appetite in her, obviously she reflected with a grin as she turned towards the kitchen, her silent entrance going unnoticed and allowing her to cross to where he busied himself at the counter and move behind him to wrap her arms around him, her hands moving to allow her fingers to toy at his chest once more even as she pressed her body against his.

”… so … what are we having…?”

She queried softly as she dropped soft kisses unhurriedly upon his back.

” … how can I help?”
 
With the coffee brewing he began to assemble ingredients and cookware for some pancakes and bacon. A simple breakfast, but filling and nourishing at the same time. With some pans on the stove to heat, he began to mix the eggs, milk and mix in a bowl when he felt her hands embrace him and work their way to his chest.

He loved her touch and the way she could work her fingers into him as she pressed close to his body. “Pancakes and bacon, if that’s OK… it seemed like a pancake kind of morning.” He eased back into her embrace and gave a soft growling moan as she kissed his bare back. “There are some assorted berries and fruit in the fridge if you’d like to get those, we can add them to or top the pancakes with them as you like.”

He set the bowl down and turned in her embrace, glancing down at her attire and approving wholeheartedly. “That looks great on you my honey. Though,” he undid the third button, freeing more of her cleavage to his view, “that works better.”
 
“Pancakes and bacon, if that’s OK… it seemed like a pancake kind of morning.”

She nodded her approval, her face brushing against his skin as he leaned back against her, the low sound he emitted seeming to vibrate through his body.

”Sounds ideal … “

She approves softly, leaning up to kiss the back of his neck and nip it lightly.

“There are some assorted berries and fruit in the fridge if you’d like to get those, we can add them to or top the pancakes with them as you like.”

Before she can respond she found him facing her, aware of his scrutiny as his eyes move down over her body.

“That looks great on you my honey. Though,”

Her eyes widen, but she is unresisting as he unfastens a third shirt button.

“that works better.”

She nods in agreement.

” … much better … “

She confirms not being able to resist kissing his lips, the touch light yet lingering as she reluctantly eases free of his embrace and turns to find the fridge. Opening the door, she bends over to search out the fruit and finds a bountiful mixed assortment in a single bowl.

”… so … fruit and bacon must be an American thing, right?”

She queries wondering if all three ingredients are to mingle or whether they are supposed to form alternate toppings.
Even maple and bacon is a new combination to her …
 
He tastes her soft lips as she kisses him softly, and he smiles as she approves of his alteration. Her body moves gently away and he smiles as she walks to the fridge. The hem of his shirt swaying tantalizingly across the back of her thighs as she walks. He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, as she bent over to retrieve the bowl of fruit from the fridge. His shirt rising up and becoming taut across her delicious bottom provided a most inspiring view.

”… so … fruit and bacon must be an American thing, right?”

“I didn’t think so, I never thought about it though. Adding fruit to pancakes is pretty common, as is using fruit as a topping. Personally I like a few blueberries thrown in while the cakes cook. They get nice and warm when they are cooked in.” He smiled and turned to put some bacon into the pan on the stove now that the mix was made, and the kitchen filled with the intoxicating aroma of cooking bacon almost immediately.

“If you like I can make yours in the shape of Micky’s head for the full American experience.”
 
“I didn’t think so, I never thought about it though. Adding fruit to pancakes is pretty common, as is using fruit as a topping."

She turned to face him, fruit in hand and realised that he had been watching her. Their eyes locked as he continued his reply.

"Personally I like a few blueberries thrown in while the cakes cook. They get nice and warm when they are cooked in.”

It sounded delicious. She stepped towards him, placing the fruit on the counter as she watched him begin to cook the bacon.

“If you like I can make yours in the shape of Micky’s head for the full American experience.”

She giggled at his comment and seemed to consider.

"Orrrr ... you could make it in the shape of your ... head ... that way I get a bigger ... portion ... ?"

She suggested with mock innocence ...
 
He turned to take in her innocent smile, knowing full well that innocence was the last thing on her mind. “Tell you what, I’ll make it and you can guess which head it resembles.” He smiled and chuckled lightly before leaning in and kissing her beautiful lips.

He hopped back quickly as an errant snap of bacon grease popped in the pan, and as he looked down at his bare chest, he realized that an apron would be a wise idea, least another errant pop do some significant damage to some rather sensitive areas. He reached around his honey to pick up the apron that hung a short distance behind her. The movement brought his body in full contact with hers, and he kissed her again while lifting the loop of the apron from it’s hook. “Excuse me, I just needed to protect some… delicate bits.”

With the apron in place he gave the bacon another quick flip and whisked a few final strokes to the batter, before ladling a generous dollop into the center of the hot pan. “So, would you like blueberry, or plain?”
 
Her eyes locked with his, unable to prevent him seeing the dance of mischief despite her seemingly demure appearance.

“Tell you what, I’ll make it and you can guess which head it resembles.”

Her eyes widened, her soft gasp stopped by the press of his lips, the sound turning instantly to a murmur of appreciation; her disappointment that the embrace was not sustained replaced instantly by concern as she realises the reason for his quick evasive action. Whilst the scent of sizzling bacon was alluring, she did NOT want any part of her protector damaging and wholeheartedly supported his decision to fix an apron in place … the kiss she benefited from as he reached around her some recompense for the fact that her sight of his ‘delicate bits’ was now impeded.

Despite this, she still found herself watching him admiringly as he prepped batter and began to make his pancakes.

“So, would you like blueberry, or plain?”

A smile lit her face instantly as she replied softly.

”I rather think I’m signed up for the ‘full American experience’,”

Moving to his side as she spoke, she wound her arms around him, her hands beneath the apron, allowing contact with his skin, but taking care not to distract him too much and cause harm.

” … so it has to be blueberry as per your recommendation,”

Her head naturally moved to rest lightly against his body as she stood, her body pressed to his as she watched the deft movements which evidenced his culinary expertise.

”You are impressive in sooo many ways … “

She murmured punctuating her praise with soft kisses to his skin.
 
“The full American experience it is then, though you might want to be careful that you don’t become corrupted.” I reach for some blueberries and allow them to settle into the batter as the first cake cooked. Your arms encircle me and I lean into your embrace.

A quick flip with the spatula and I begin to get more berries ready for the next round. Once properly browned I slide it to a plate and continue cooking. Soft kisses punctuate words that make me blush, as our breakfast cooks quickly. “Thank you my Honey, you’re pretty impressive yourself.”

With plates stacked high, I turn off the stove and turn in My Honey’s arms to give her a long tender kiss. “Breakfast is served, though I can’t promise it will be tastier than you.” Smiling not only at her kiss, but at the last pancake I made where I used the spatula to give it a small notch along the edge. After all, he did promise to make one like a head.
 
She has no worries about being corrupted ... in fact, she is looking forward to his attempt at doing so.

“Thank you my Honey, you’re pretty impressive yourself.”

She giggles at his words, but is warmed by his loving words and the kiss which follows...

“Breakfast is served, though I can’t promise it will be tastier than you.”

She finds she is hungry, but her hunger for him is far from sated. She glances down into the pan and watches his suggestive shaping.

"That one's mine, I assume?"

She asks with a giggle.

"Shall I get the coffee pot? Then we can enjoy ... "

She offers as they settle down to their breakfast...
 
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