In The Morning

I clear the breakfast table.

Thomas is already on his way to work. I went to bed before him yesterday and didn't notice when he crawled into our marital bed on his side. It must have been late, though, because he looked groggy and was even more taciturn than usual this morning. I let him sip his coffee and kept my questions about the previous evening to myself.

When a shadow suddenly appears in the kitchen door, I react with such surprise that I nearly drop the cups.

“Dirk, why are you sneaking up on me like that? I thought you'd already left,” I snap. Of course, I was more upset with myself than with him. I should have expected him to sleep in and not leave the house before us without saying goodbye.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again.” He yawns heartily.

I take a deep breath and turn to him. Only then do I notice the way he looks. His hair is tousled from sleep, he’s unshaven, and he’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts. My eyes involuntarily linger on him. The bulge in the fabric is impossible to miss, and my imagination begins to conjure up what he's hiding underneath. It's clear that it's not just his height and athleticism that make him superior to Thomas.

The awkward pause stretches on. I tear my gaze away.

He leans in the doorway. His broad grin tells me clearly that he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

Damn, I'm blushing like a schoolgirl again. What's wrong with me?

He strolls casually toward me. I can't do a thing. I'm paralyzed like a deer staring into the headlights.

Boom! Collision.

Dirk puts his arm around me. He presses himself close to me. Very close. Now I can feel what I had only imagined before. And it's growing.

“I know what you're thinking.” His voice rumbles sonorously like an expensive sports car. “Thomas and I used to shower together after sports. That's why I know what he can offer. If you don't secretly have a lover, then you wonder what it's like to be taken by a real man."

I am wax in his hands. I melt into the kiss he forces on me. His tongue takes me by storm and leaves me breathless.

He turns me around. Presses my chest onto the dining table.

No resistance. I let him. No, I want him to do it.

With one tug, my leggings and panties are below my knees.

He presses himself against me again. This time there is no fabric between us. His hardness meets my velvet.

There's no turning back now. I clench my teeth in anticipation of the pain when he enters me unprepared. It always rubs and burns when Thomas wants to have sex with me spontaneously. Surprised, I widen my eyes. Dirk's member slides into me as if it was always meant to be there. Without resistance. When did I get so wet?

He pulls back without leaving me completely. He pushes his hips forward again, faster, harder, until I think he must be completely inside me now. Uh, it's really different from when I'm with Thomas. No man has ever been so deep inside me, I've never been stretched like this before. I almost want to scream with happiness. It feels fantastic.

A third time. And this time he means business. He rams into me with full ****. Only now do I understand how big and thick he really is. I hiss as I exhale to relax. Otherwise, I can't stand it.

His rhythm is powerful and steady, yet unpredictable. Again and again, he speeds up briefly or takes short breaks. He drives me crazy. I can clearly feel every spot he touches. Including places I didn't know could feel so good when touched.

I gasp. Pant. Lose all sense of time. I'm only in the now. I don't want it to end.

It ends. Without warning. Emptiness. Why?

He growls deep in his throat. Wetness splashes on my butt, my back, my thighs.

It's over.

He slaps me with his flat hand.

“You're welcome. We can do this again anytime.”

He leaves the kitchen with a coffee mug.

Bastard!

I stay lying on the table until I'm sure my legs won't give way beneath me. I desperately need a shower.