Coffee n’ Cream

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Sunday morning, the scent of my morning coffee warms your senses to awaken. To your surprise, the space beside you where I lay is absent. Stretching yourself gently as you sit up towards the bedside. Movement in the background prompts you to investigate.

 

Walking into the bathroom for a quick morning routine, before making way to the living room. Just around the corner and you’ve found me. Standing over the stove, flipping pancakes one at a time. I left a cup of coffee behind me on the bar top. 6 sugars, a drop of hazelnut cream, awaiting your first taste. You grab it in silence, as you continue to watch me uninterrupted. You study me from behind. I’m wearing one of your oversized t-shirts that covers until right below my cheeks. Allowing the cuffs to peek through with every move I make. My hair is messy and placed into a bun. No panty lines visible. You're wondering if I’m wearing any underneath. I can’t remember where they went from last night’s rendezvous. You place your cup down to conclude your observations. Stepping up behind me and wrapping your arms around my waist. With your face placed in my neck. I can feel you inhaling into me.

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My body knows you like no other. Our breathing syncs on contact. Exhaling as one.  I turn my head slightly to the left, meeting your lips with mine. You gladly accept my gesture.

“Good morning Daddy.” With ease, I point you to the table to have a seat. Waiting patiently where I left you, I returned in sight holding a plate full of breakfast. Hot and fresh, placing the syrup beside you. I join you with my plate at the opposite end of the glass top dinner table. Watching you in admiration, you reach over for my hands to start grace. I place my hands inside of yours, while your fingertips secure around mine. Finishing with an “Amen.” Together, now it’s time to dig in. You pour syrup slowly, covering the pancakes. Awaiting my turn, I can’t stop staring at your lips. I can just remember how soft they feel on mine with each smirk you give me. Only because you know I’m looking. Playing footsie under the table with my foot rubbing against your leg. Your smile tells me you know what’s next.

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Breakfast in bed.