The morning after

I woke up in bed
Naked... undressed  
You weren't beside me  
Your kiss tingles on my lips
I remember last night
Our passion unending
A sigh escapes my lips
I can feel my body melting
I get out of bed
To get redressed  
But change my mind
And go to the kitchen... naked... instead
You're at the stove
Making some eggs  
Get down on my knees
Right by your legs
You turn around in surprise
And smirk down at me
You ask, "where are you clothes?"
I answer, "That isn't what I need."
Your shirtless... in boxers...
I pull at them with my teeth
You turn the stove off
And lean your head back
This is what you need
Your boxers hit the floor
My hands on your thighs
I blow gently on your tip
You gasp in surprise  
My tongue gliding all the way up
You're increasing in size
I take it all in and move back and forth
Your hand in my hair
You release a deep... satisfied groan
My tongue swirls around  
You groan even louder
Finally you finish
Seductively I lick my lips
You pick me up forcefully
Set me down on the counter
Spread my legs open
And slowly start to enter
You slide in easy
I'm dripping wet
My nails gripping your back
We shallow fuck for now
But you start to kiss my neck
Driving me crazy
I beg you to go farther
My vision getting hazy
Breathing getting heavy
I moan and moan and moan louder
You thrust in farther  
Right here
On the kitchen counter
Harder, louder, faster
Until finally we finish...  
And breathe heavily together
My legs around your waist
Your hands on my hips
You bend down lower
Not a drop gone to waste
You lick me all up
The stove back on
You make me a plate
As we watch the morning news
Our lives explode with laughter
This could quite possibly be
The best morning after...