❀ MORNING ❀

“Who loves you?”

Dale picked his head up from the pile of papers and envelopes in the little living room, surprised and delighted to see Paige approaching him with their stovetop coffee pot and her mug. She was wearing a towel on her head, a big smile on her face… and nothing else!

“Um, it looks like you do!”

“You know it!”

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Dale dropped the advertisement he was holding. Saturday mornings were the times he usually gathered all the junk mail that accumulated over the week, keeping an eye open for deals but mostly separating the stuff with personal information to be shredded from the stuff bound straight for the recycle bin.

“Just providing service with a smile!”

“Service, huh?” He arched his eyebrows twice.

“Looks like you could use a filling.” She giggled. “To be filled. A refill.”

The back of Dale’s hand brushed Paige’s pussy hair before he grabbed a handful of her ass as she bent over to pour some more coffee into his cup. “Someone else looking for a filling?”

Paige settled her naked ass down on the couch and playfully kicked away some of the papers that were crumpled on the floor. “Whatever would you fill me with?” She looked to and fro with exaggerated tosses of her head.

“I’ll bet you could find something.” They both took sips of coffee, with tentative slurps, as it was just about too hot to drink just yet. Their lips came together for a hot, wet, lingering kiss.

“I know just where to look!” Paige set her mug on the coffee table in front of them, and then stood in front of Dale, arms up, adjusting the towel that was wrapped around her wet hair, giving him an eyeful of her nudity. He leaned forward to nuzzle a bare breast while she reached down to grab a handful of his boxers. Her fingers pushed through the fly as his lips gathered her nipple.

“Found it?” Dale gasped as she closed her fingers around the head of his penis.

“M-hmmm.” Paige gave a playful pull. When she felt his penis start to plump up, she grabbed his waistband and gave a few tugs until he lifted his hips. Off came his boxers with a dramatic swish. “You’re overdressed for a Saturday morning!” She pulled his shirt up, and whisked it off as he lifted his arms.

Pulling Paige close by firmly grasping her butt cheeks, Dale moved his face back and forth over her chest. Left, right, left, right, left right, giving each nipple alternating sucks. Paige straddled him, and the two of them watched and enjoyed the sensations of her slick labia steadily teasing his dick into a useful erection.

The towel came off Paige’s head as Dale toppled her onto her back and climbed between her legs. With one foot up on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, she was spread wide under him, hips pumping in anticipation. He grabbed his stiff cock and directed the tip into her wet center, the two of them groaning with pleasure as he penetrated her. His weight pinned her to the couch as they started to fuck. Bare skin writhed, pumped, groped, and clenched, groans and sighs vocalizing their pleasure. Dale’s heavy thrusts drove Paige into the couch as her ass and shoulder wedged into the seam between the back and the cushions.

Dale rolled onto his back, pulling Paige on top of him. She sat up, offering her tits for some gropes as she ground on him, taking him deep. He was on the edge of the couch about to slip to the floor, so they had to stop and adjust as they laughed.

With Dale leaning back into the couch cushions, Paige mounted him, inserting his erection back up into her eager tunnel straight away. Her tits were again of great interest to him, nipples stiff and poking out from between his fingers as he gathered and squeezed them. Pushing them together, his tongue did figure eights around the nipples a few times while gliding back and forth across her cleavage.

With her arms draped over his shoulders, eyes locked on each other, they fucked slowly, enjoying the slick, warm, snug penetration. Dale leaned his head back, feeling his lady’s soft, smooth, exciting body glide against his, her breasts swiping his nipples, her mouth tasting his shoulder and neck. With a tit in one hand and a butt cheek in the other, Dale pushed forward steadily, their rhythm increasing until they were panting and moaning with desire.

Having scooted to the edge of the couch cushion, Dale leaned Paige back, her body arching as her damp hair hung to the floor behind her. He managed to hold her tightly with one arm while using the other hand for some manual stimulation, raking his fingers through her pubic hair and thumbling her clit.

Paige knew that Dale was about to cum, so she decided to make the charge to get herself off too. Sitting up and wrapping her legs around his waist, she pumped hard, grunting, crushing her clit against the root of his thrusting cock. “Oh, fuck yes,” she sputtered into his ear. “Fuck, huhhh.”

“Oh, Paige, uh, you’re so hot.” They smiled and tried to kiss as she bounced on his dick, the motion that got him off. He felt his balls clench, driving his cock up into Paige’s warm, slick, snug pussy as he waited for the imminent release to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long, enjoying her grinding and squeezing while he filled her with several pulses of cum.

Ever the one to want to please his partner, he stuck to the task of keeping up the thrusting with his spent cock until she climaxed. Within a minute, she was squealing and spasming, her orgasm the pinnacle of their morning lovemaking. She slumped forward, her damp hair lying across his shoulder while they caressed and calmed.

“Good call, bringing the towel in here,” Dale laughed as he folded it in half for them to lie on. The mix of his cum and hers made a sloppy mess out of their crotches when they came apart, and the towel provided a handy barrier to prevent them from having to scramble to keep leaks and drips off the upholstery.

Their coffees were lukewarm, but still tasty. Neither of them had a problem with letting their beverages cool while indulging in the joys of a frisky morning shag. They drained their cups as they lounged nude, cuddling together, breathing in the scent of their coffee and lingering sex.

☼ NOON ☼

“I’m going to make a cup of tea.” Paige’s sing-song voice pulled Dale’s attention away from the sink. He was just putting away the last of the breakfast dishes they had left until after their trip to the store, and she had been watering the plants and making sure there was fresh bird seed out on their little apartment patio. “Want some?” It was just past noon, not time for lunch yet as their breakfast had been pushed back a bit by a session of sex and aftercare cuddles, but a cup of tea sounded great.

“Sounds lovely, thanks.” He snuggled up behind her as she stood at the sink filling the electric kettle, gliding his hands over her shoulders, back, and hips, giving her perky butt cheek a little pat and squeeze through her cotton shorts. She wiggled back against him, knowing that if she kept it up for thirty more seconds, she’d be feeling the beginnings of an erection.

Dale retreated to the computer in the little nook off their living room and browsed some news headlines for the six or so minutes it took for the water to boil and the tea to brew. When he heard the beeping of the timer, he popped back into the kitchen, eager to enjoy a cup of tea with Paige.

“Whoa!” Dale exclaimed as Paige giggled. Those little shorts he’d had his hands on a few minutes earlier were now on a chair at their little kitchen table, half inside out on top of her shirt. She kicked her panties from around her ankle. “Mmm, who loves me? More service with a smile.”

“I do.” She handed him a steaming cup, and they took a sip or two before sealing their mouths together in a passionate kiss. She had been right about the thirty second thing — when she grabbed his butt and pulled him close, his semi-erection poked her tummy. His clothes joined hers on the chair, and the naked couple stood and moved together feeling each other up, filling their kitchen with wet kissing sounds and the occasional “mmm.”

While their tea cooled, things between them heated up. Kisses turned to caresses, caresses to gropes, and gropes to lewd fondling, her fingers gliding up and down his erect shaft as his fingers curled up between her labia into her vaginal opening.

Paige playfully pushed Dale back against the chair, and he swiped their clothes onto the floor just before his butt hit the seat. Stepping close, Paige straddled him standing, enjoying his hands and mouth showing their appreciation for her breasts. Closing her eyes, she swirled her hips above his lap as he cupped, squeezed, and suckled.

She offered him a cup and she took hers, both breathing in the aroma of the mint green tea before taking some sips. His hot mouth felt wonderful sealed around her breast once more. Setting the cups down again left their hands free to continue roaming.

With a mouth full of tit and a hand full of ass, Dale grabbed his throbbing boner and pushed it to the side so that he could wipe the head back and forth on Paige’s inner thigh, stimulating himself on her warm, smooth skin. She bent her knees and lowered slightly, and soon he was stimulating himself in the hot, slick groove between her labia. She tip-fucked him for a moment, feeling himself strain to try to reach higher, before she ended the tease by dropping down onto his lap, skewering herself on his stiff pole.

Paige gyrated in Dale’s lap, the two groaning as they fucked. Arms around his neck, she looked down as he looked up, their mouths meeting in a sloppy, breathy, minty kiss. She bounced. She pumped. She gyrated. She rocked. She rode him slowly, steadily, giving them both the exquisite sensation of his shaft withdrawing almost all the way and driving back in to the hilt.

Dale suddenly stood up, making Paige squeal as she was impaled deeply, clutching his shoulders tightly. Spinning her around halfway, he roughly plonked her ass on the little kitchen table, which protested but held up well under her weight and the pounding that followed. Popping up onto his toes with each thrust, Dale fucked her deep, exaggerated movements pulling out and plunging in, filling her steadily.

Groping, writhing, scooting, pumping, clenching, the couple’s naked bodies clashed almost frantically. Sounds of panting, gasping, squishing, skin slapping, and table legs scraping on the floor filled their little kitchen.

Legs wide, leaning back on a hand to steady herself, Paige masturbated her clitoris while Dale’s rigid cock kept up its pumping, a creamy, frothy substance beginning to coat his shaft. A jiggling tit was too alluring for him to ignore, so he clenched his hand over it, squeezing firmly, feeling the stiff nipple in his palm.

Pushing Dale back after almost climaxing, Paige grinned and playfully swatted at his slickened erection. They kissed passionately as she hopped down from the table.

“I guess what they say is true,” Dale said, breathing heavily.

“What’s that?” Paige turned and bent over the table, picking up a mug.

“When we did it earlier, I guess it emptied me out or something. I can last longer now, I think.” They had had sex twice in one day before, but never with the second round so soon after the first, so this was their first experience testing that theory.

“If you make me cum first, I won’t mind,” Paige teased, taking a sip, wiggling her ass back at him.

He gave her some teasing caresses, wrapping his arms around her, stealthily lining his cock up with the furry slit peeking out from between her cheeks. When he thrust in suddenly, balls deep all at once, she nearly spilled her tea.

Paige and Dale watched the liquid ripple in their cups as the table shook, her one hand bracing her as her thighs bumped and rocked the table. The other hand was between her legs, back to stimulating her clit. It only took a minute or so for her climax to hit, causing her to collapse onto the table in a naked pile of trembling, gasping flesh.

Dale’s pumping slowed, and when he sensed that she’d regained control of her muscles, he backed off. She slumped off the table and into the chair, smiling, hair askew in a mess over her face. His glistening erection, smeared with Paige’s girl cum, stood tall and proud of what it had just accomplished, and she sought to reward it. Opening her legs and pulling him close, she glided her excited nipples back and forth against his cock.

He grabbed a tit and she grabbed the other, and with unspoken agreement, they pushed them together, surrounding his slimy cock. With her cum lubricating the sliding action, he pumped between her tits, masturbating in her cleavage, his orgasm beginning to stir deep within him. Grinding, pumping, gyrating, thrusting, he stimulated himself rapidly. His cock head disappeared and reappeared, peeking out from between her tits a few dozen times before finally erupting.

Dale’s cum leapt out of the slit at the tip of his dick, popping Paige under her chin, then gushed in thick, creamy streaks onto her chest. Groaning and panting, legs trembling, he held his hands behind his head while she held her tits around his cock until his balls were completely empty.

After some more kisses and gropes, it was Dale’s turn to sit in the chair. With Paige perched on his lap and semen and girl juices making a mess under them, they leisurely finished their tea.

☾ NIGHT ☽

“Intermission?” Paige stretched and squirmed on the couch. She and Dale were in their usual movie-watching positions, her in a long-sleeve tee, fuzzy socks, and comfy cotton pajama pants, he in a tee and casual shorts, barefoot. She was propped against pillows with her legs across his lap.

As was typical, they agreed on getting into the movie for a while and then breaking for a drink or snack or both halfway through. Tonight’s feature was a thriller with a steamy opening sex scene, then having calmed down into some intrigue before the two lead characters had made a connection and seduction was building.

“I’ll make the cocoa,” Paige offered when they paused the movie, heading to the kitchen while Dale browsed the “recommended” titles to see what they might want to watch the next night.

The clink of mugs and glassware as well as the whirr of the mixer filled the kitchen. Paige insisted on heating milk and using cocoa powder and sugar instead of using the instant packets, and whipping her own heavy cream instead of using a squirt can.

She almost dropped the two mugs as she arrived back in the living room. Dale had decided it was his turn to initiate some spontaneous nude play, having discarded his clothes, leaning back against Paige’s pillows.

“Who loves you?” Dale laughed, wiggling his penis at her. He had probably been at it for a minute or two, judging by the semi-stiffness.

“Ooo, I think he does!” Paige giggled, setting the mugs down and crawling onto Dale. Their lips grabbed at each other while their hands started their caresses. Off came Paige’s pants, and Dale soon dragged her panties down and off her legs as well. Bunching her shirt up to, and then over, her breasts, he bathed her thighs, hips, tummy, and tits in kisses. After pulling her shirt off, she was naked in just her socks. Soon, those were thrown onto the pile of clothes as well, and the two completely naked bodies twisted together on the couch.

Dale mimicked the way Paige’s thumb circled his cock head by circling her nipple with his thumb. After her ensuring his complete stiffness and him ensuring her complete wetness, they sat up and reached for their mugs. Caressing, snuggling, sighing, they sipped a few sips of rich chocolatey goodness.

“Cinnamon?” Dale took a deep breath over his mug.

“Yep. Gotta spice things up a bit, you know?”

“I like the way you spiced things up this morning, and this afternoon.”

“And now you, tonight.” Her lips captured his tongue and her fingers captured his throbbing erection. She straddled him, holding one mug, leaving the other on the table. Grinding her pussy folds into his shaft, she writhed on top of him, almost like a dance, taking a sip and then handing him the mug. Her nose was tipped with a dollop of whipped cream. On purpose. But not for long, as dale playfully shifted forward and sucked it off.

Hand warmed by the mug, Dale grabbed a breast while he tried to draw his hips back enough to slip inside. Mouth warmed by another sip of cocoa, he sucked strongly on the other teat while the heat between them increased. Paige raised her hips, swirling them in an exaggerated circular motion, until the head of Dale’s cock nestled into the groove between her labia. With a firm upward thrust, he filled her, making her gasp.

In a repeat of their morning romp, Paige rode him with enthusiasm. Humping, rocking, thrusting, she clenched her vaginal muscles, stroking and down his cock. Hands on his shoulders, her titties shuddered and quaked right in front of his face, inviting his grasp. He obliged, cupping them, squeezing them, teasing the nipples with light pinches and pulls. With hurried thrusts, he sought to bury himself deep inside her, hard enough for her to feel his balls swinging into her ass cheeks.

Dale pushed Paige over sideways. They came apart, and he groped and kissed her as he slumped to the floor between her legs. He took a sip of cocoa, then handed her the mug and started kissing lower, lower, lower, until he was able to pull on a few of her pubic hairs with his lips. Taking her own sip, she peered over the mug at him, watching his tongue drag through her bush and then swipe up between her labia.

Pushing her legs wide, he made her gasp and sigh and wiggle as he licked and slurped at her pussy. He spread her petals, able to alternately tease her vaginal opening with the tip of his tongue and flatten it out over her clitoris.

When she leaned forward to get rid of the mug, he took it from her and stood up. Her body was wrapped around him in a flash, hugging him close with her arms around his thighs. A few licks and tongue-swirls later, her mouth descended around his shaft, tasting the remnants of her arousal that had coated him a few minutes before. Head back, eyes closed, Dale twisted his fingers gently through Paige’s hair, his slight back and forth hip movements helping the stimulation of his shaft that she squeezed firmly between her lips and massaged with her tongue.

The one mug was almost empty, but the other still had a tall topping of whipped cream peeking out of the rim. He picked it up and held it in front of himself while Paige grinned. Yes, he pushed his erection down just past horizontal, pushing the head into the cream to scoop up a stiff sweet blob.

Paige opened her mouth wide and clamped down over Dale’s creamy dick, slurping and sucking until the coating was all gone. Again Dale dipped. This time, Paige pursed her lips at the tip of his cock, sliding forward as the cream gathered at her lips, blooming into a thick mess as his shaft probed deep.

Paige leaned back, breathing deeply, after a minute or two of her messy whipped cream blowjob. Dale leaned forward, not stopping his open mouth kisses until he had sucked all the cream from her lips and chin. His cock was still sticky with whipped cream residue, but not for long. Paige licked and sucked and slurped and swallowed, cleaning it all off, and spent an extra few minutes for good measure.

She was on her knees in front of the couch, so it was easy for Dale to drop down behind her and turn her around. Passionately, but not roughly, he pushed her torso tits-down on the couch and ran his cock head up and down her exposed furry labia. He filled her, again and again, with full, deep thrusts, the fronts of his thighs slapping into the backs of hers. Holding her hair, caressing her ass, gripping her shoulder, and reaching around for handfuls of breasts, he reveled in the pleasure of fucking her from behind, on their knees on the floor of their little living room.

After a break of making out, cock stroking, and pussy fingering, Paige stood Dale up and then pushed his chest to direct him to sit. What followed was a lap dance of sorts, her playfully wiggling her ass in his lap. With one foot on the couch beside him, she pressed up against his face, inviting him to love on her titties once more as she teased him with grinding her crotch on his lap. Backing up to him, she squatted, this lap dance allowing, even encouraging, lewd touching and full penetration.

At some point, Dale must have given up on the movie altogether and turned the TV off, since she was left with a naughty visual of their warped, blurred, naked bodies writhing together in the reflection in the dark screen.

Face-to-face again, their fuck continued, with her able to rest all her weight on his lap with his cock buried all the way inside, and wrap her legs around him.

He picked her up by lifting her ass, burying his face in her chest while he spun halfway around. They separated briefly while he pinned her to the back of the couch, and she spread wide when he lined his cock up with her opening. Shoulders up on the couch’s back, arms outstretched, she yelped and gasped when he drove inside of her again. She threw her head back, facing the ceiling, her tits bouncing with his thrusts. He sucked a nipple strongly while wrapping his arms tightly around her middle, pumping into her hard enough to make the legs of the couch tap and scoot on the floor.

“Oh, yes, Dale, give it to me,” Paige whispered into his ear, tracing her tongue around the outside. “Ohhh, yessss.”

“Uh, yes, Paige, you’re so hot. Uhhh.” He was nearing climax, and increased the tempo of his thrusts to reach it. He came first, grunting and trembling, face buried in her neck, his cock erupting in a series of powerful spurts deep inside her vagina.

Their movements slowed. Paige was left wrapped around Dale, the warm, slippery load of semen bathing her insides. When he pulled out and backed away, she fingered herself, releasing the thick gob of cum that he caught by quickly grabbing his shirt and shoving it under her.

Of course, ever the gentleman, knowing she hadn’t reached her climax yet, he leaned back against the side couch cushion and pulled her close so that she was backed into him. Covering her neck and ears and shoulder with lips and tongue, and little nibbles with his teeth, he cupped her breasts and then slid one hand down between her thighs. She opened wide, welcoming his fingers to finish the job.

Round and round his fingers went, plunging into her dilated hole and swirling around her clit. He masturbated her with skill and care, dragging slimy mess out of her vagina as it continued to ooze, wetting her pubic hair. Her breaths and peeps and movements guided him, and when the time was right, she erupted in a powerful orgasm, bucking and trembling, squeezing her thighs together, trapping his hand.

The two lovers, now sweaty and sticky, smelling like sex, relaxed, eyes closed, reveling in the satisfaction of their torrid, unrestrained lovemaking. What a day it had been. Not just their physical intimacy, but their bond, their togetherness, their emotional connection. Naked physical intimacy was an integral component, and what a thrill it was to share a day filled with gratifying sex. If they didn’t have responsibilities, they could do this every day. All day. Morning, noon, and night.