Danielle makes Dean breakfast

Cum still dripping down his cock, Dean’s eyes fluttered shut. His whole body relaxed as he drifted back to sleep. Just before he nodded off, he managed to whisper out a breathy “I love you.” My heart fluttered. I loved him so much that I was willing to do anything for him. Even if that meant letting him fall back asleep while my pussy throbbed in need.

Still kneeling between his legs, I looked around for something to wipe the cum off my fingers and found nothing. I didn’t want to risk it dripping on the bed as I maneuvered off, so I did the only logical thing I could think of. I put each finger in my mouth one at a time and licked it clean.

I shuddered a bit at the saltiness. Because of how thick it was, it stuck to my tongue and the top of my mouth. I was never a big fan of the taste of cum. I usually only let men cum in my mouth on special occasions, and only then if they kept asking over and over. Now here I was, licking Dean’s cum off my hands and he wasn’t even awake to appreciate it!

Today, though, I almost liked it. Almost… But soon I started to get that feeling in my mouth after eating peanut butter, and suddenly I really needed a drink. So I moved to get off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed an empty cup off the nightstand on the way.

In the bathroom, I washed my hands and poured myself a fresh glass of water. I snuck quietly back through our bedroom and down the stairs to start preparing breakfast. I was still wearing my lingerie rather than the outfit I’d planned for the day. This was a bit risky since our main floor had many angles where neighbors could see in.

I adjusted the top of my lingerie so my breasts were again covered. The bottom of this little outfit barely covered my ass, but as long as I didn’t bend over or walk too fast, it would be ok. I figured that I’d worn bikinis that showed a lot more in the past.

I got to work on Dean’s favorite breakfast, a freshly cooked omelette with bacon on the side. I got out all the ingredients and got to work on the bacon first. As the pan was heating up, I added the thick strips of meat. The smell permeated the room and began drifting upstairs. The grease began crackling.

As I waited, standing there. My mind wandered back to my plan for the day. After this, I would serve Dean breakfast in bed and I’d tell him my whole plan. That my body was free for him to use. That no matter what, I wouldn’t say no because today was about him.

I thought about how he might react. Would he believe me? Would he laugh and think I was joking? Would he think it was a lazy present? Or maybe he would embrace it immediately. Would I be sucking his dick only a few minutes from now? The possibilities made my mind race.

My hands wandered down my body and under my lingerie. When I touched my clit an electric pulse shot through my body. I leaned forward, resting my head on the counter near the stove. I explored further back and allowed my middle finger to slip inside me. I was completely drenched. I didn’t know how long I could wait for Dean. That’s when I felt a pair of hands reach out and grab me.

Whether it was the crackle of cooking bacon or losing myself in my thoughts, I hadn’t heard Dean come downstairs. Suddenly, I felt the familiar feeling of the underside of his cock press against me. His strong hands pulled me back, and I felt the throbbing of him pressed against my ass.

“A little distracted from making breakfast, I see,” he said, smirking.

“I’m watching it,” I said. “ I’m just thinking about my plans for your birthday,” I push my ass back against him, inviting more pressure.

“Oh, and what plans might that be?” He responded as he started grinding his cock against me.

“Well, you’ve already messed them up because I was going to bring you breakfast in bed and tell you what your present is,” I said in a pouty tone.

“I don’t need any presents, baby. What do you mean? Is it like one of those experiences?” He said.

“Yes, but not what you’re thinking. Today I’ve decided to give my body to use however you want. No matter what, I won’t say no.”

“Oh? Is that what that was upstairs?”

“Yes,” I said coyly

“However I want, huh?” He said skeptically. “What if you aren’t in the mood?”

“Do I seem like I’m not in the mood?” I said, slightly annoyed.

“Well, sure you are now. But what about later?” He said with a suspicious tone.

“Today isn’t about me. I promise I’ll do anything you want. I’m putting my trust in you to treat me well, but if there was something kinky you’d want that I’m not into, I want you to do it. I’m giving you my blanket consent.”

“Ok, I’ll think of some things and run them by you.”

“No you aren’t getting it!" It was like he wouldn't let himself believe it was true. "If you want something, I think I’d rather you just take it or tell me what to do. I don’t want to feel like you are afraid to do something because of my reaction.”

“Hmm… ok,” he said with more trepidation. He thought for a moment. Processing his options, deciding if he thought this was some kind of weird test. Dean backed up a bit and ran two fingers down my back and over my ass. He guided them to the entrance of my pussy. He looked up at me for approval, but I gave him no reaction. I didn’t want him to check in with me every time he wanted something today.

After a moment, he slid his fingers inside me. I shuddered since I wasn’t expecting him to move so quickly. Waves of pleasure reverberated through my body. He hooked his fingers and pressed the tips of them against the walls of my pussy. Then I felt him slowly pull them out of me. Dean raised his fingers to his mouth and licked my juices off them.

“Mmm. Now this is a good breakfast”. Dean reached over and turned off the stove. He grabbed my hips again and lined himself up. I felt the head of his cock against my lips...