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When I wake up, Emily is gone. Panic jolts through me until I hear the shower going and the sound of Emily singing off-key.
I think about the shower hitting her naked body and want to fuck her again, which is at odds with my plan not to touch her.
Wait, how did she get up earlier than me? I grab my phone and check the time. It’s not even 6 a.m. yet. Emily is an early riser, just like me.
I pull on some sweatpants and head to the kitchen to start the coffee. My coffee machine is the only appliance I have. Coffee is also one of the few things I actually stock in my cupboards. I don’t want to waste time standing in line at a coffee place before work; making it myself is much more efficient.
Emily walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. She’s so hot I could fry a pancake on her.
“Oohh, coffee.” She helps herself to one of my mugs.
I turn away from her to hide my erection. “There’s sugar in the jar beside the machine.”
“I figured that, since it’s labeled ‘sugar.’ Didn’t take you for the type to play weird pranks on hapless trespassers.”
I’m having trouble thinking with her standing there half naked. My blood is rushing significantly south of my brain.
“I should…” I don’t know where I think I’m going. I’m abandoning my coffee of all things.
“Wait.” She catches my arm. “About last night.”
I don’t want to talk about last night. I’m worried she’ll tell me that in the light of day, she regrets it.
Her eyes drift over my body and settle on the erection still straining against the front of my sweatpants. Her eyes glaze with lust.
Or maybe she doesn’t regret it at all.
I step in front of her, pinning her against the counter. My erection hits her hip.
“Tell me you want a repeat,” I say. “Or tell me to fuck off and I’ll go.”
I hear her breathing turn ragged. “I want you.”
I grin. My cock doesn’t care that my brain is still screaming this is a bad idea. I could still put last night down to exhaustion and an emotional reunion, but having sex in the clear light of day can only be interpreted as a purposeful act, entered into with my senses intact. Or as intact as they’ll ever be around Emily.
I trail my lips over her neck, tasting her clean, slightly damp skin. She smells like lemon soap. I know I’ll never be able to smell a lemon again without thinking of Emily.
My mouth reaches her jawline. I trace her lips with my finger. I capture her mouth with mine and the towel she’s wearing falls away with a single movement of my hand.
Emily gasps as I grab her thighs and lift her onto the counter top in front of me. The counter is too tall for fucking at this angle, but it’s the perfect position for my fingers to slide deep into her wetness. Her body pulses around me and she moans. It’s such a sweet sound that I immediately want to hear it again.
I nudge her thighs open, then get my head between her legs and trail my tongue over her clit. Emily fists her hands in my hair and bucks her hips towards me.
I urge her on as her moans turn to whimpers. Finally, her entire body begins to shake and she screams my name.
I grin as I pull my fingers out of her.
Emily catches her breath. “Well. That’s one way to begin a morning.”
“Better than coffee.” I kiss her mouth and move to the sink to clean up.
“Wait.” She sounds disconcerted. “What about you?”
“Trust me, Emily, I’m very happy.”
She blushes scarlet. “You don’t need me to…repay the favor?”
I kiss her cheek and pour myself a cup of coffee. “All I need you to do is enjoy yourself.”
