The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the countertops and the floor. Rebecca, a 28-year-old brunette with a penchant for lacy lingerie, was making herself a cup of coffee. She wore a black bra and matching thong, the lace detailing adding a touch of allure to her morning routine.
As she poured the coffee, she heard the front door open and the sound of her boyfriend, Jake, coming inside. Jake, a tall and muscular 30-year-old, was always happy to see Rebecca in her lingerie. He walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to Rebecca’s black bra.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
Rebecca smiled, leaning back into his embrace. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice husky and inviting.
Jake began to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat on her skin. Rebecca closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. She turned in his arms, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Jake’s hands wandered down to Rebecca’s hips, pulling her close. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her, making her heart race.
“I love it when you wear lingerie,” Jake murmured, his lips finding hers.
Rebecca moaned as their tongues met, her hands reaching down to tug at Jake’s shirt. He broke the kiss, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Rebecca’s hands roamed over his muscular chest, her fingernails lightly scraping his skin. Jake’s hands were busy too, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
Jake picked Rebecca up, setting her on the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her again, his hands cupping her breasts.
Rebecca arched her back, moaning as Jake’s thumbs brushed over her nipples. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his jeans.
Jake broke the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck and to her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Rebecca moaned, her fingers threading through his hair.
Jake’s hand traveled down to Rebecca’s thong, his fingers tracing the lace. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, pulling it aside.
Rebecca gasped as Jake’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it gently. She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand.
Jake’s other hand reached for the button on his jeans, undoing it and pulling out his erection. Rebecca’s eyes widened as she saw it, her mouth watering.
Jake slid her thong off, spreading her legs wider. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing a path from her clit to her entrance. Rebecca moaned, her hips bucking as Jake’s tongue delved inside her.
Jake’s fingers joined his tongue, thrusting in and out of her. Rebecca moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
Jake stood up, his erection pressing against Rebecca’s entrance. She reached down, guiding him inside her.
Jake groaned as he entered her, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Rebecca’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into Jake’s back.
Jake’s thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Rebecca’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her orgasm building.
Jake’s thrusts grew faster, his breathing ragged. Rebecca’s orgasm hit her, her entire body shuddering as she cried out.
Jake’s own orgasm followed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating.
Rebecca wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. They stayed like that for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Jake pulled out of her, picking up his shirt and throwing it to her. Rebecca put it on, smiling at him.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice still husky.
Jake grinned, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, it was. But breakfast is getting cold.”
Rebecca laughed, hopping off the counter. They sat down at the table, enjoying their breakfast with the afterglow of their encounter.
