Chapter 11: (Double) Breakfast

“Ale... Alex!” It’s like he was in a trance because he didn’t stop rubbing his co**, fuck** my thigh by thrusting his hips into it and then he came undone on the kitchen floor, rubbing his manhood with his hands to heighten the pleasure and I just watched all this, enticed. He just came like that, without having skin-to-skin contact.

“Oh God! You make me crazy!” He spoke groggily and then kissed me. My arms wrapped up by themselves around his neck. He pulled me to him by the hips so that now his manhood was situated on my lower abdomen, close to my wetness. I moaned when he asked me for entrance and I granted the access happily. He deepened the kiss, our tongues were caressing each other, fighting for dominance, making my toes curl in ecstasy. Our moans and groans were echoing in the cooking space and the breakfast had already cooled down. We pulled away slightly, gasping for air and then before he would make a move, I unbuttoned my jeans and discarded it on the floor along with my pa