“I have the worst morning breath.”
And just like that, I’m giggling, the tension I’d been building up inside eases, and all seems right with the morning.
“Do you often feign sleep in the morning?”
I give him a good eye roll. “Ha-ha.”
The jerk just smiles broadly. “I bet you were tallying the latest orgasm count.”
I snort.
“Reliving the best sex of your life. You know, the sex that took place just hours ago.” He pats the mattress between us. “Right here.”
“Best sex of my life, huh?”
He leans back with his hands behind his head. “Yep.”
“Feeling a bit arrogant, are we?”
“Arrogant? Me?” He smirks. “Nah. Just confident.”
“Uh-huh.” I hug my pillow tighter, propping my chin on the edge. “I was actually thinking about pussy.”
Chase curls up, coughing out a laugh. “What?”
“You know.” I drop my voice, purring out the word. “Pussy.”
“Pussy,” he repeats, as if he can’t believe what I’m saying.
“Yeah.” I lean in closer. “Smooth, wet pussy.”
His eyes track down my exposed back, over the sheet draped off my ass. The smirk on his face slowly fades, while the sheet around his waist starts to rise.
“Mmm… pussy.” I practically purr.
Chase licks his lips, and I bust out laughing.
“Wait. What? What’s so funny?”
I continue to laugh, face in my pillow, but jerk a thumb in the direction of the doorway.
Where Mike Hunt is currently sitting, leg up, giving his privates a bath.
“Ugh. Mikey. What the fuck, dude?” He grabs one of his many pillows and tosses it at his cat. “Show some decorum.”
I laugh until Chase rips away my pillow and smacks me in the ass with it. What follows is a kinky pillow fight between a man with morning breath and a raccoon-eyed woman, both naked and in full view of a wet, hairless pussy.
In the end, I added two more orgasms to my tally.
Not a bad way to start the day.
Chase
This morning rules.
Not even hairless Mike perving from the doorway while I was balls deep in Bell during morning nookie hour could dim this euphoric feeling.
The little man is eyeing me while we wait in the kitchen for Campbell. I’ve already fed the beast, but I probably owe the sad sack of skin a treat or two for being the precursor to a naked pillow fight.
