The 3am Snack
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of pots clanging in the kitchen. I noticed the bed lighter and cooler with the absence of my boyfriend.
The noise continued followed by my boyfriend’s gentle humming. I decided to robe myself and see what he’s been up to.
As I approached closer, I could smell the beginnings of a savoury snack with a hint of sweetness. He was cooking shirtless with just his boxers and slippers on. Each muscle was chiseled by the soft glow of our kitchen light. He looked up, making eye contact with me.
“Good morning, my love,” he said with a cheerful smile. “Did I wake you?”
“Only because I missed your warmth,” I replied, finding a bar chair to comfortably view what he was doing. “What are you making and will there be extra?”
He chuckled, his deep voice carrying throughout our home. “Your favourite,” was his knowing reply. My ears perked at that. He definitely has something in his mind with his gift of food.
“I’ll turn on some music while you’re cooking then,” I said, bouncing off my chair to turn on the speakers for our home. “Any requests?” I asked.
“I’m in the mood for something slow, maybe with a saxophone?” he responded. Now I really know what he’s going for and my heart skips a beat with excitement and anticipation. I happily obliged as the room began to fill with the beginning notes of piano keys and soft drums introducing the main act; the sax.
We both agreed early on in our relationship that instrumentals made for hotter passion and intimacy between the both of us.
“Alright, your food’s ready!” my man announced, “let’s take this back upstairs.”
With one hand holding the dish and another grasping my own, he began to lead the way to our bedroom. The saxophone continued with its sweet notes, encouraging us onward to our destination.
I love how his big hands engulfed mine with a protective touch while our thumbs stroked each other. “Get in the bed,” he whispered to me. I began to undress my robe, sitting on top of our covers naked for his viewing pleasure.
“Show me what you made, my man,” I cooed, patting the bed for him to come closer. He lifted the lid and revealed sliced strawberries and honey.
“Waffles are back in the kitchen for later,” he winked.
I took the plate from him so he could get more comfortable. “We should take this off of you so it doesn’t get sticky,” I said as I helped him out of his boxers. His thick cock already swelling from what’s to come. It always takes my breath away seeing the sight of my boyfriend’s beautiful dick.
He leaned against the bed frame, one hand placed on the back of his head and his other reaching for me. I fed him a piece of strawberry before leaning in for a kiss. I could taste the berry’s sweetness from his tongue as it prodded me for entrance.
I gave him a firm squeeze on his hard chest while his hand slid down my back and held my hip. I started to kiss downwards beginning from his chin to his adam’s apple. As I descended, I took some honey and drizzled a bit on his chest and nipples. He hummed and sighed with approval, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations.
Once my masterpiece was complete, I began to lap at his chest while saddling his legs. My hands stroked his abs feeling the muscles and tracing the indents.
I sucked the honey from each of his nipples, making sure to be gentle, but firm. A soft ‘ah’, came out of my boyfriend as he wrapped his arms around me, asking me with his eyes to keep going. I closed my eyes to focus on one of his nips as it perked up and hardened from our contact. The feel of his nipples sent tingles through my tongue and to the back of my throat. I was breathing heavier now as my heart started to pump fuller.
His hands were massaging and rubbing my shoulders and back. He was making me feel so good. He started to whisper praise to show his gratitude for how I am making him feel.
He began to guide me back to his mouth. His hands slid further down my back and rested on each cheek. I could feel his erection on my hole, sliding up and down my crack. He was waiting so patiently for entry.
He started kissing upwards to my ear, blowing hot air and nibbling on my earlobe. “Will you let me in?” he asked, almost pleadingly.
I pushed onto his erection as my answer. I guided his face back to kissing me while he guided his cock towards my entrance. Our lips paused long enough for him to get his two digits wet with his and my saliva. We were so practiced with each other that he only needed enough lubricant to enter me and his pre-cum will do the rest.
Feeling his head right on my hole, I felt a quick thrust and he was already in. The instant feeling of warmth and electricity rushed through my spine and travelled up towards my arms and down towards my feet. He started a rhythm as I followed his lead.
With a moan, he broke our kiss to nestle his forehead on my neck. He concentrated more heavily on fucking me while I laid my lips on the crown of his head. His hair was cut short and still smelled faintly of our shampoo. I gave him encouraging kisses on top of his head while massaging his temples with my hands.
He looked up to me with a smile and lust-filled eyes. I smiled back, connecting our foreheads together. Our breathing began to lead the rhythm of his thrusts inside me. Each thrust sent pleasure through my body.
I could feel his strong arms squeezing me closer and tighter into him. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel everything he was doing to me.
His chest throbbed with the beating of his heart. I started to squeeze and massage each pec, licking his crevice up and down.
“Put me on the bed,” I asked. We swiveled, our connection still intact. He placed me gently on my back with each arm stationed close by my sides. His forearms were keeping his masculine form hovering just above me.
With a more stable position, he began to fuck me faster and harder. His head rested on my forehead for balance. I could feel how fast he was breathing. I placed my hands on the back of his neck while tracing my thumbs on his ears.
He was such a beautiful sight. I loved seeing his abs strain and relax as he pushed into me. His biceps flexed and his hands were balled into fists. I roamed my hands up and down his muscular arms.
“I’m close,” he said with a gasp.
“Come inside me,” was my only reply, as each thrust propelled me further and further into blissful ecstasy.
He thrusted and thrusted, grunting as our breathing got louder and louder. I was getting close myself and started to kiss his beautiful lips, my tongue prodding for entry. He let me in, sucking on my tongue while fucking my ass.
We moaned and whined for each other until he gave three final and powerful thrusts before unloading himself inside me. I felt my own cock throb and explode between us as each of his spurts travelled further inside my satisfied hole.
He slowly and gently laid himself on top of me. I still felt his hard cock pulsing inside me. He felt comfortably heavy like my favourite blanket.
“I’m just gunna rest my eyes for a bit, my love” he said with his lips nestled by my ear.
“I got you, baby,” I replied, holding him and rubbing each muscle of his defined shoulders and back. It felt amazing having his weight pressed down on me.
I relished in our love-making as the slow beating of drums and brass instruments guided me to my own slumber. Tomorrow can start a little later.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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