Scrambled Eggs

Mathew woke up to Sherrie on top of him. The redhead was gently kissing his neck, but as she noticed him stirring she stopped, using her forearms to prop herself up. “Hey, Baby…”

I can’t believe it. Yesterday was real. “Hey, Sherrie. How long have you been up?”

She thought for a moment. As she was thinking he noticed that her eyes weren’t the same emerald green that they’d been for most of the day before while they’d been talking in his apartment. They were closer to a mint, or maybe another white-ish green shade. “Maybe twenty, thirty minutes? I normally get up early for a yoga class I teach on the weekends, but it had to be cancelled because Venus is closed until further notice.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. A few days of vacation might be nice.” Sherrie halfway sat up, propping herself up on top of him. “Besides, I know another way to get my morning workout in.” She said, making eye contact with him as she ground her waist against his.

“You mean…?” He was pretty sure he knew what she was talking about, but just in case he was misjudging her he didn’t want to say it first.

“Riding you.” She said with a smirk. “I know I went down on you four times yesterday and it was great, but I’d kind of like to try going further. Girlfriends don’t usually just give blowjobs all the time y’know.”

“No, I know that. I just didn’t think you would be ready for something like that this fast.”

“Is that… wrong?” She questioned, pulling back from her grinding.

“No!” He hastily insisted. “I’m just not used to this from my previous relationships.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. I am so-” She kissed him.

“Much.” Kiss

“Better.” Kiss

“Than anyone you’ve had before.” She hooked her finger on the drawstring of his pajama pants. “May I?”

“What about a condom?” He said, still trying to be careful.

“What about one?”

“What if you get pregnant? I don’t think either of us are ready to be parents.”

“Baby.” She drew it out, long and teasing. “I’m yours. Body, mind, and soul. I won’t get pregnant unless you want me to. Do you?”

“Not yet.”

She smiled down at him. “I like that "yet". Now is there anything else you’re worried about Mattie?”

He shook his head. She’s like an angel. The horniest angel ever, but an angel.

Sherrie gently undid the drawstring of his pajamas, sliding them down his legs and carefully removing them from around his ankles. From her kisses and grinding he was rock hard, pointed in the air and ready for her to mount.

She took off the shorts and now-ill-fitting tank top that she’d gone to bed with. She’d grabbed them yesterday from her apartment next door, the only time she’d been willing to leave his side. She hovered over his dick for a moment before sitting down slowly, letting it enter and overwhelm her.

“Oh, God, yes!” She cried out as she felt him. He twitched as he heard her moan. “I never knew how much I needed you. Please, please use me!”

Fuck. He bucked and thrust into her, his thighs flexing in tandem with hers.

“Mattie, please. Touch me!”

He reached his hands up to her breasts. Cupping each boob, he found that they were bigger than he could fully get his hands around. But he still grasped and squeezed what he could, and Sherrie loved it.

“Baby, I love you so much! I’m so glad you were the one that made me yours.” She cried. He should’ve told her to be quieter at seven on a Saturday morning, but at that moment he didn’t care.

Matthew felt himself getting close. He pushed and thrust his pelvis up against her as her abs flexed back down.

“I need you, Matthew.”

That did it. He felt himself go over the edge, pumping into Sherrie as she drained him with her hips. She laid back down on top of him, nestling into his side as he felt her shuddering through her own orgasm.

After she finished, she curled in his arms to look at him, her emerald eyes beaming with adoration. “Thank you.”

“You rocked my world Sherrie, I’ve never had sex first thing in the morning like that.”

“Hopefully we can have sex in lots of ways you’ve never had.” She giggled.

“Was there anything else you wanted to do today?” He asked.

“I was thinking I could make you some scrambled eggs for breakfast, help you recharge after you just scrambled my eggs. Then maybe I could suck you off for my breakfast after you had a chance to refuel and you could come with me shopping downtown to replace all the clothes I outgrew yesterday?”

She’s already thinking about my next load? He was incredulous for a moment, but found as he thought about it that he didn’t need as much time in between as he was used to. “You really don’t have to make me breakfast if you don’t want to, but the rest of that sounds fine.”

Sherrie squeezed his side before getting off the bed. Looking down at him with the blanket around his ankles, she declared with mock outrage: “I’m making you breakfast and you can’t stop me. I’ll show you that I can be the best girlfriend ever, whether you like it or not!” Before winking at him and scampering into the kitchen, leaving her clothes behind.