Breakfast in Bed

You wake. Niemira is wrapped around you. Her breasts are pressed against your side. One arm rests on your stomach. Her head nestles in the crux of your shoulder. Her breath tickles the hairs on your chest.

You lie there for a moment remembering everything that happened last night. Your dick stirs at the memory.

Niemira is an enigma. A beautiful, elegant woman but filled with animalistic passion. The first moment you saw her, you wanted her. The first moment she saw you, she wanted you. She instantly stirred a desire in you the other girls only reached once you knew them. Understanding her has just made your love deeper, more rooted in the real her, but if any of your girlfriends are closest to your initial idealised picture of them, it’s Niemira. You still struggle to believe a girl like her can exist.

You could lie there forever, but your bladder is telling you something different. You slowly ease Niemira off. She moans but doesn’t wake. You do worry that you might have gone too far last night, and you’ll have another Morgane on your hands, but if that is the case it’s better to let her sleep longer. You wrap yourself in the hotel’s robe and head tentatively to the toilet. The backs of your thighs are aching from last night’s workout. A reminder of your past. A year ago, your body ached after every night of such passion. It’s adapted to such demands. Last night you raised the energy burned even higher.

After the toilet you head to main room to remind itself of its state. In the morning light you realise last night’s cleanup was thorough. As you’re checking there’s a knock at the door. Room service, with your breakfast.

You let the page wheel the trolley in, thank him, and then let him leave. Breakfast consists of a couple of croissants, a bowl of fruit (melon, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and raspberries), a rack of toast, and bacon and scrambled eggs. To drink there is a pot of coffee and a jug of orange juice. The enticing aroma of coffee makes you pour that first.

You eat half a croissant before deciding to wake Niemira. You load a plate with some melon, a strawberry, the other half of the croissant and a rasher of bacon. Then you return to the bedroom. Niemira is still fast asleep.

You kiss her forehead until you elicit a reaction. She groans, shifts in the bed, and slowly opens her eyes. When they spot you, they immediately light up and a smile crosses her face.

“Hi.” You can’t help but kiss her again. In response she squirms and stretches. She lets out a faint moan. “I ache in all the right places.”

“Right places? How can you ache in the right places?”

“The aches tell me last night wasn’t a dream. That last night was the best night of my life.”

“Well, now it’s morning, time to get up.”

“Can’t I just lie here a bit longer?”

“You can, and I’ll feed you breakfast.”

You pick up a cube of melon between two fingers and place it on her lips. Her tongue snakes out to lick it. Then leans forward to bite it in half. A single drop of juice runs down her chin as she chews on the half she bit off. When she opens her mouth again, you drop the remaining half in.

Next you feed her the strawberry, which she eats in several small bites. Followed by a piece of the croissant. Crumbs from it grace her chin. You lean in to lick them off and take the opportunity to kiss her. You can taste the melon and strawberry on her lips.

“You taste of coffee,” she tells you. “Can you get me some?”

“No coffee in bed. That could get messy, and we’ve already got several stains on it from last night.” She giggles at that.

Finally, you pick up the rasher of bacon and dangle it in front of her. She nips away at the bottom, slowly nibbling it shorter, until only a stub remains between your fingers. She snatches the nub and licks your fingers before chewing.

“If you want any more, you’ll need to get up.” She pushes the sheets off to reveal her naked body, her full round breasts, her flat stomach. You quickly reach to grab the other hotel robe and throw it at her. “And no wandering round the suite naked. If you do, I might lose control and ravage you again.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’m sure you would. But I need you sensible because you’re on shower duty, and we both need a shower before we check out.”

You return to the main room of the suite and the breakfast. Niemira follows, wrapping the robe around herself, but leaving it loose so that you catch glimpses of her naked flesh beneath.