The Breakfast

After a night ride through the park in a horse drawn carriage, Doug awakens early the next morning, turns on his side and gazes affectionately upon Ashley's peaceful sleeping form for a lingering moment. He moves a finger toward her sweet lips, his hand trembling slightly in want for the feel of her skin, but resisting the temptation to which he's so often given himself over. Instead, he comes up with a better method of awakening her... he begins with soft kisses upon her feet, which barely extend out from under the comfortable homemade, pastel-fabric, patch quilt... he slips quietly beneath the quilt, trailing his lips past her knees... slowly toward her hips, inching past her stomach... his tongue playing quickly across her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath... and ending finally at her lips. Ashley's eyes slowly open as a moan escapes her lips and her body shifts smoothly beneath Doug's hovering form. "Good morning," he winks, smiles and scoots out of bed.

The aroma of Doug's famous "melt-in-your-mouth" pancakes, hash browns from scratch, and scrambled eggs, wafts through the house. Now fully awake, Ashley stands in the doorway to the kitchen, fascinated by his breakfast wizardry, thinking to herself and nodding, "This one I gotta hold onto," she giggles quietly causing Doug to turn and smile, "You seem quite happy this morning," Ashley merely blows him a kiss and walks slowly toward the kitchen table. "Who wouldn't be after last night?" she winks, hopping up onto the small kitchen table with her legs dangling playfully over the edge. Doug gives her the familiar once-over gaze, raising an eyebrow and admiring the way her nightshirt falls loosely about the exquisite curves of her body.

He would've maintained his gaze if the smell of burning bacon hadn't distracted him. "Oh, geez!" he grabs the handle of the pan with a potholder and flips the charred remains of a breakfast staple into the sink. Ashley lets out an impish giggle; fully realizing she is the cause of Doug's cooking error. "Ha ha," he smirks, walking toward her with that 'you've-been-a-bad-girl' scowl on his face. Ashley slides back on the table and parts her legs slightly, looking up at him with her head tilted downward and smiling. As Doug gets closer to her, Ashley places a hand on each of her legs and slowly slides the nightshirt up the tempting skin of her thighs. Doug's steps become slower, his eyes widen and drop toward the movement of her hands, following the rising nightshirt with his gaze. His boxer shorts begin to show evidence of his excitement with traces of a growing bulge.

Doug merely shakes his head slowly as his heart begins to pound. "Dear, you shouldn't tease me," he whispers, stepping between her spread legs. Ashley lifts her head, licks her lips slowly and whispers, "Who says I'm teasing?" as she gently moves to nibble on his earlobe while placing her hands on his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his hips. With one fluid sweeping motion of his forearm, Doug clears the kitchen table of everything but Ashley's heated body; broken dishes and scattered utensils litter the floor.

An indiscernible moan escapes Ashley's lips. The heat of her breath drifts across Doug's neck. As if dancing, their arms become intertwined in the heat of passion. His hand moves slowly upward toward her rapidly heaving breasts. The swells of her breasts are cupped on the sides by both of his hands as she moves her hips forward. The fabric of his boxers begins to stroke the inside of her thigh at the point of his now rigid erection. "Oh god, Doug," she moans, frantically searching to slip a finger into the elastic band of his boxers. She then lifts her legs; drawing down his boxers with heels of her feet, maneuvering slightly to push past his throbbing cock until it finally springs free, bouncing upward. The heat in Ashley's body seemed to triple. Every inch of her that was touching Doug's body was on fire. His cock seems to swell to a painful width from anticipation. He feels the moistness of her center every time the tip of his cock slides forward to dip into her sex. The intermittent grazes upon her sex by his cock drive Ashley to frenzy. She pleads softly in his ear, "I need you inside me," she coos, her eyes close lightly, biting her bottom lip.

Doug needs no more provocation. With an adjustment of his hips, he slips a hand behind her back and pulls her forward. Ashley is very wet and arches her back as Doug's cock slides easily inside her. His entire body tenses as the sensation of her burning sex surges through him. For a brief moment they both sit there, enjoying the feeling of being connected in both mind and body. Ashley wiggles a bit, causing Doug's cock to gently stroke the walls of her sex. She tightens her legs around his waist as he begins to slowly pull out and drive home. His motion begins to quicken. The table begins to squeak beneath their coupled bodies, Ashley pushing her hips forward to meet his thrusts, which are now coming hard and fast.

Combined with the trembling of the table, Doug's cock sliding back and forth across Ashley's sensitive clit is becoming more than she can bear. Her moans become louder and louder as she rapidly approaches her impending climax. Doug's legs are stiff beneath him as he continues to pound away into her; pushing and burying his cock in the depths of her sex with each pistoning movement. "Yes! Yes! Doug!" she screams, clinching her hands to his shoulders, her head thrown back in reckless abandon. As he slides out nearly completely, the friction stirred in her loins against her clit is finally overwhelming and she shudders uncontrollably as the orgasm overtakes her.

A few strokes later and Doug's eyes nearly roll out of his head with the contractions of his climax. He continues his swift movements in and out of her sex, only a loud "UMF!" is heard with each thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, Ashley finally ceases her thrashing as her body slowly descends from its sexual apex. Doug relaxes; leans over the kitchen table with Ashley clutched tightly to his body beneath him. He begins to place soft kisses along her face and brow; both of them breathing heavily. With an impish grin on her face, Ashley looks around and toward the floor asking, "So, who's going to clean up this mess?" Doug turns to look at the disheveled kitchen scene and shrugs. "Are you still hungry?" he asks her playfully. Ashley looks into his eyes and says, "I'm famished. Especially after that workout." She winks at Doug, and with a wiggle of her hips, they both begin to laugh.