Better than coffee

Mina and I happen to work slightly different schedules, so a normal morning at Longing’s End involved her waking up at 5:40 to hit the bricks by 6, whereas my days normally start about an hour later than hers. As a result, she is always first home in the driveway, and I am blocking her in. So, every morning also features Mina waking me up about five minutes before she has to go so we can do the automotive do-si-do for her workday. This morning, though, I was not in the mood to leap right out of bed, so I decided to do things my way.

“Are you in a hurry?” I asked.

“Well, I have to go to work,” she said.

“I was thinking I would put on a show for you.” I tossed the covers back to reveal the morning wood I was stroking. She rolled her eyes with happy helplessness.

“Why couldn’t you have done this when I was still naked?”

“Did you want to participate?”

She slid back into bed without a word and watched transfixed as my hand continued up and down my shaft and my eyelids sank closed…

We were in a limousine, she was dressed in very uncharacteristic buisness attire. We were making out, (making out!) in the back seat, lips on each other, tongues touching, her hands drifting down my face to my shirt…

Back in reality, I felt a sharper tingle rising from my cock. I had found the right thoughts…

My fingers popped open the buttons on her blouse, opening her to my hand that tucked under the silk to cup her breast. She gasped, and my kisses broke from her mouth, down her neck as she looked across the open divider at the chauffer’s eyes in the mirror.

My breathing deepened. I felt the growing wave of energy building, radiating from the shaft in my hand, and my strokes grow in purpose. I am dimly aware of Mina’s deepening breaths.

My lips and teeth go down her neck as my hands cage and squeeze her breast. Her hands hold my upper arms, gripping them tightly. I bite her neck, my jaw clenching her tighter and tighter, the bite getting harder by the second, and her grip on my arm tightening, her nails digging in, breaking my skin, blood dampening my sleeve…

I groan as the orgasm snaps across my body, feeling my body pump my seed in an arc through the air onto my shoulder. I convulse, and another jet bursts forth, then another, and another, each release landing closer, forming a growing puddle on my stomach. I moan…finally finding voice. Each breath exhales in another, richly satisfied moan. I am relaxed, but awake and alert. I look at Mina, who is smiling wickedly at the obscene show I have given her.

Another day starts at Longing’s End with the coffee machine idle.