Chapter 63: Fucking on the Table and Inside the Bathroom (R-18)
The morning sun climbed higher, spilling warm light across the room as Sara and I finally peeled ourselves off the bed. My legs felt shaky, my body still buzzing from her, but we stumbled to the bathroom together. The tiles were cool under my feet, and the sound of running water filled the space as we freshened up
She splashed her face, grinning at me through the mirror, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks. I brushed my teeth, still tasting her on my tongue, while she hummed some random tune, carefree and loud.
We ended up in the kitchen after, the smell of coffee and toast drifting through the air. She’d thrown on a long white shirt buttoned just enough to hang loose, but I could tell she was naked underneath, the fabric brushing her thighs as she moved.
She piled scrambled eggs and bacon onto plates. We sat down, the wooden chairs creaking, and she shoved her phone in front of her, scrolling through something with one hand.
"Feed me," she said suddenly, not looking up.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. "What, you can’t use your hands now?"
"I’m busy. Come on, puppy, don’t make me repeat myself." She wiggled the phone at me, some video playing silently on the screen, and I sighed, leaning over to scoop some eggs onto my fork.
I held it out, and she opened her mouth, letting me feed her, her lips brushing my fingers as she chewed.
"Good boy," she mumbled through a mouthful focused to her scrolling. The shirt gaped open a little, showing the curve of her chest, and I tried to focus on my own plate, the coffee bitter on my tongue.