Make love and breakfast

Sundays means cracking that first egg for the omelette not earlier than 10am. Sundays means sleep in. Sundays means slow loving breakfast.

Sundays also mean Ravi chopping everything for said breakfast omelette with my arms around him from the back. Slowly roaming on his stomach, chest. Sometimes tickling him till he teases me back by throwing the knife down, turning, and kissing me.

Today, we put on some music.

I got this, Kriti..

It was settled. Ravi was making breakfast. I grabbed the manual citric juicer and few oranges. Slicing them into half, I began squeezing the juice nicely.

We worked and moved around the kitchen in comfortable silence.

Orange juice flowed down the valley of my fingers, as they squelched over and over again.

Well onto my third orange, Ravi slowly stood behind me, his arms travelling down mine, his lips moving down my shoulder. His fingers knotted in mine; sticky, wet, messy.

Mmhhhhh.. Ravi..

Kritiii..

He pushed his groin into my ass, his hard-on evident.

I let the orange drip and drop onto the counter as my head rolled back, breathing hard.

Ravi grabbed the napkin, wiped his fingers, and pulled down his boxers. He lifted my nightie till my waist.

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I turned to him. Needed to kiss him so badly!

Sliding the entire juicing set up aside, I turned to face him. He made me sit on the katta (counter top). We finally kissed.

I pulled him close to me. Ravi licked the orange juice off my fingers, one by one. We kissed a lot.

Ravi pulled my ass, making it almost hang off the kitchen countertop, massaging his penis. He knew I was ready, and entered me.

Gliding right in, he began kissing my face and neck. Moaning into his shoulder, I felt him move so deep inside me.

Have you ever tried fucking this way? With the woman’s ass off any support base? It’s wild.

Ravi’s cock was penetrating me so deep. He began pounding me. My bangs framed my face.

I leaned closer till we kissed with our tongues.

The smacking sound of Ravi’s dick ramming me, his balls slapping my outer wall; we both enjoyed.

After a few moments, Ravi came shuddering, inside me. He was so fast and I had a split second of seeing white.

I didn’t come, I don’t always come. But I was flushed and spent.

He gently lowered me to the floor.

Grabbing tissues, he wiped the white cum that was dripping down my inner thigh.

Ravi smiled and kissed my nose before we resumed breakfast duties :-)