“Are you going to have any food?” I asked smiling, my mouth watering at the feast before me.
“I already ate a little bit. All this is for you. Dig in.”
I turned to the food, rubbed my hands together, picked up a sausage link, and bit off a piece. “Mmm so yummy,” I murmured with my mouth full. “So juicy and tender.”
Hunter slid his hands across my waist from behind. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and saw ourselves in the reflection. Enjoying the surreal sight of both of us naked together, I reached up to cup his cheek and he smiled. “You’re so gorgeous, Hunter. I love it when you smile.”
He locked his eyes with mine in the mirror as he tugged me to him, the small of my lower back pressing against his formidable erection. “It’s ‘cause you’re here with me. But look at yourself. Look at these gorgeous tits,” he said as he began plumping my br**sts in the reflection. “I could play with them all day.”
“I like you playing with me,” I said, feeling the ache in my sex swelling from his hands at my chest. “Can we multitask?” I took another bite of the sausage in my hand and backed my ass into his erection teasingly, which pulled an erotic groan from his lips.
“Brunch sex huh? I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor and pulled out protection.
“Never had brunch sex before?”
“I’ve never had this much sex in such a short time, period.” He grinned as he finished wrapping his cock. “You ready?
“Wait Hunter, I’ve got to eat this sausage,” I said flirtatiously, preparing to take another bite.
“I got your f**king sausage right here.” He growled.
He shoved himself into me, hips crashing into my backside. I was already primed since stepping out of the shower, so his entrance came easily. I gasped and instinctively leaned over the bathroom counter for support, eager for him.
His strong hands firmly gripping my waist, he continued thrusting into me, steadily, needily but without hurry. I watched our bodies colliding in the mirror, saw how my hair and br**sts jostled each time he drove into me. We performed our own song with him grunting and me moaning in response. It wouldn’t be a billboard hit, but I found I enjoyed it more than Love Story.
We’d already had sex half a dozen times in the last sixteen hours. Sex with Hunter was quickly becoming as frequent and necessary as breathing. Finding myself adjusting to his demanding pace, I casually reached over to open the jar of grape jelly. I tried to unscrew it but my hands were wet; the vigorous thrusting quaking my body didn’t help either.
“Can you help me with this?” I asked, holding up the jar for Hunter.
“Sure, no problem.” His pace persisted even as he casually moved his hands from my hips to the jar and unscrewed it. “Here you go.”
I backed into him, taking his c**k to the hilt as a way of offering my thanks. “You’re so helpful, Hunter.”
I saw his reflection smile. “I do what I can.”
After spreading some jam onto the pre-buttered toast, I bit off a piece, and licked my lips. “This is really good toast. You want a bite?”
“Sure.”
I raised it up for him and he leaned over—penetrating me deeper—and chomped on the toast. “Mmm yummy. I need the energy to keep f**king you,” he said as another thrust pressed my thighs into the counter cabinets.
“Then maybe you should have some more energy.” I dipped my finger into the grape jelly and held it up for him. “Here have some sugar.”
He took my finger and inserted it into his mouth, sucking it the delicious way he’d sucked my clitoris. Then he licked the tip clean, making my sex clench around him from the teasing. In a flurry of lust, he growled and flipped me around to face him. We locked desire-lidded eyes. He plucked the jar of grape jam from my hand and poured the contents all over my br**sts. I arched my neck and gasped from the cold sensation, fingers desperately clutching the edge of the counter for balance.
“You’re getting me all dirty again!” I cried.
“Just the way I like it.” He growled before dipping and taking one breast into his mouth. His hand swirled the jelly around the other breast. He swirled his tongue around the tip, spreading the sticky substance over my skin before sucking it up into his mouth. “Now that’s a good breakfast.”
I popped the last of the toast into my mouth. “I agree. Best breakfast I’ve had yet.” Missing his c**k inside me, I said, “I could go for some more of that Hunter sausage though.”
There was a momentary smile on his lips before he slammed his c**k into me, pushing me from a standing position into a seated position on the bathroom counter.
We continued going at it until long after the steam had dissipated from the bathroom. Eventually, we finished breakfast with two orgasms and a side of orange juice.
After another quick rinse in the shower, we dried off, neglected to put on clothes, and plopped onto his bed, crawling back into the warm blissful haven beneath the sheets. Light beamed in through his bedroom window. It was one of those unusual days where the ground was still covered in snow but the sun shone brightly in the sky.
“Do you have any plans the rest of the day?” he asked, propping himself on an elbow beside me. “I know you said you had plans last night, I’m sorry I made you miss them.”
Laying on my back, I turned to smile at him. He hadn’t shaved and I found the light stubble on his face made him even more alluring. “Well, I didn’t really have any last night. I was just saying that as an excuse to avoid you.”
He gave a lopsided smile. “I figured as much.”
“But to answer your question, no, I don’t really have any plans today. I might have to do some studying for midterms coming up, but nothing really pressing. You? You going to train today?”
“I usually do on Sundays but I don’t really feel like going today.” He groaned then smiled at me. “I just wanna stay inside the apartment all day long and hang out with you. What do ya think?” He squeezed me to him. I loved it every time he squeezed me and crushed my body against his; the pressure was invigorating.
“Don’t you train like every day though? When’s the last time you missed a session?”
“Umm . . . I think I missed a day about two years ago because I got sick.”
“Wow, so dedicated. I feel bad, I don’t want to be the reason you skip again if it’s that important to you.”
“You’re what’s important to me. I just wanna be with you and that’s what I plan on doing. So what do ya think about hanging out with me all day?”
I giggled. “I’d love that actually. I was kind of thinking the same thing: staying in all day. I don’t want to leave the apartment either. I wish we could just stay in and have sex all day every day.”
He laughed. “I like that idea. Why can’t we do that?”
“Because we have responsibilities and stuff,” I offered as a suggestion.
“Eh, we can blow those off.”
I smiled in agreement. “I mean we have classes and midterms, you have matches to fight, we have to eat—we’ll eventually run out of protein bars you know.”