I sit on the kitchen bench as he makes coffee, making light conversation I watch his slim body move around looking for spoons and cups. It's very early, just past five am. I am awake because I heard him leave his room, he because he needs to go to work. I sit there in my t-shirt and panties, aware they are getting wetter as I begin to fantasise but he soon pulls me back into reality.
"Here." He hands me my coffee and I take a small sip even though it is hot then put it down, he places his coffee next to mine. I look at him and we make eye contact, his brown eyes making my stomach flip. I grab his hand and pull him towards me.
"Yes?" He asks me. It's a small game we play, pretending we don't know what the other wants, always seemingly afraid to be the one who makes the first move. We've been sleeping together for months, enjoying each others bodies and sharing with other people too, but we seem to be rather shy about it still. I hate it and love it all at once. It's embarrassing and warming. I look up at him and smile pulling him closer and kissing him. He tastes amazing.
"I have to go to work soon, and missy is in bed" he tells me as he pulls back slightly and I kiss down his neck. By missy he means my daughter and I know she will wake soon, all the more reason to move things along.
I smile, "I know", I respond, kissing his lips again and pulling him tight against me. My hand slides around and I can feel him already growing in his boxer shorts. My heart skips a beat, as it does every time I think about him entering me. He is thick and long, the biggest I have ever taken and each time he enters me I ride that fine line between pleasure and pain.