Always Need my Coffee

Always Need my Coffee Always Need my Coffee

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is part 1 of a possible continuation, if some people would like to read more. I always appreciate constructive feedback. Thank you!

Summary

This is part 1 of a possible continuation, if some people would like to read more. I always appreciate constructive feedback. Thank you!

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Submitted: November 10, 2016

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Submitted: November 10, 2016

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Always Need my Coffee

I lay in bed, sleeping fitfully. I’m constantly waking up, anticipating hearing your key turn in the lock, and your footsteps in the hall. I glance at the clock, straining my eyes against the digital glare. In the darkness of the room, the red light flowing from the clock seems to be as bright as the sun. It angrily displays the time, 2:03am, in boxy lettering.

 

I sigh gently. You should have been home by now. I glance at my phone with concern, seeing no messages. I begin to question if I remembered the right time for you shift to be over… did you say 1am, or 2am? In my tired state, my brain processes the memory slowly.

 

I remember this morning, standing over the counter sipping a cup of coffee. Its sharp, caffeinated bite helped to wake me up for the day ahead. I am glancing through my phone, mentally organizing my day. You had opted for an early morning shower, and I quickly tune out the sound of running water as it becomes nothing more than white noise in the constant hum of my thoughts. Somewhat roughly, I push my hair back with my hand and release a breath I did not realize I was holding. I take an aggressive sip of coffee, savouring the last few acrid drops before pouring myself another half cup of the astringent liquid.

 

You pause in the doorway to the kitchen, but I do not notice you. I am too wrapped up in my thoughts. You stand, somewhat timidly, watching me as I fumble through my phone and gulp down my coffee. My stress radiates off me in waves, preventing me from noticing as you advance into the kitchen.

 

I feel your arms wrap around my waist and I gasp quickly, pushing against you.

 

“Holy shit, you ass!”, the phrase is released in a single, quick, breath, “You scared the shit out of me.” My heart races a million miles a minute at the sudden, unexpected intrusion.

 

You chuckle lightly and kiss my neck, “Sorry love. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

 

You take a half step back and I turn to face you. A towel hangs loosely from your hips, your hair is wet and plastered to your head. I laugh gently and pull you in for a kiss.

 

“It’s okay, just this case is really bothering me.” I sigh gently, resuming my intent scanning of my phone.

 

“Oh, yeah? What happened?” You inquire as you load two slices of bagel into the toaster, turning to face me once more.

 

“You know I…”

 

“Can’t talk about it.” You smirk gently, and I forget my worries for a second, watching you.

 

“Yeah.” I breathe out. I stare at you for a second, before advancing towards you, somewhat timidly. I tug the towel deliberately, watching it pool at your feet. Glancing mischievously up at you, I kiss you tenderly. Your hands move around my waist, pulling me close against you. Our kiss deepens, and I run my hands through your hair.

 

Your hand trails along the hem of my PJ's, and I wordlessly beg you to take them off. I kiss you harder, trying to convey my need for your touch. Your hand instead trails upwards along my sides, eventually running underneath my breasts. They feel heavy and warm. Before I can stop myself, a small cry of “please” escapes my lips. You glance at me for a second, still unmoving, a devilish smirk on your face. I stare intently for a second, before repeating the word, stronger this time.

 

“Please.” My eyes glow with lust, I am aching for your touch. My stress is, if only temporarily, forgotten.

 

You move your hand up gently, pinching one of my nipples. I gasp, unable and entirely unwilling to keep quiet. You take half a step closer, and … Bang!

 

The sound of metal on metal makes me gasp and jump away. Reacting to me, you turn away abruptly, your skin tightening.

 

We both glance at the toaster, which is now proudly displaying two slices of perfectly toasted bagel.

 

“Ahh shit.” You mutter gently, walking to the fridge to grab some cream cheese.

 

Gathering myself, I walk towards our bedroom. Pausing in the doorway, I turn to look at you.

 

“Can we pick up where we left off tonight?” My voice is playful, light. I smile gently at you.

 

“Of course my love,” you mumble, as you take increasingly large bites of bagel.

 

I walk away, laughing at your cuteness, my wetness still a welcome feeling between my thighs.

 

Suddenly, a sharp sound drags me out of my reverie. I prick my ears, once more realizing I’m in our bed at what is now 2:24am. I sit up on my elbow, the blanket sliding gently off my shoulders, revealing my breasts and stomach.

 

I hold my breath in anticipation, and hear your key turn in the lock.

 


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