Avocados for Breakfast
Tags: Short Story, Sex, Erotica, Relationships, Love

I love our Sunday morning breakfasts. Teddy gets up and makes an egg for me. He has to have an egg and is always asking me how I want mine. Last week it was a cheese omelette. Today it is poached, and I will have it on toast with avocado and a little chorizo spicy sausage. As he is serving my plate he says:

“Did you know that ‘avocado’ comes from the Nahuatl ‘Ahuacatl’ and it means ‘testicle’? The old Mexicans thought the fruit was the balls of the gods.”

I have been fondling his avocados all morning. I love it when he walks through the apartment in his boxer shorts and T-shirt. It gives me easy access to his bum and the rest of his jewels. I just walk up to him and grab him by whatever I fancy. This morning I have been a bit naughty and feasting on him a little.

Breakfast is delicious and as we are finishing I ask him if he would fancy some tea in bed. I do not have to say the words twice, he is already standing and leading me to our unmade bed. We manage to remove our few clothes before falling onto the mattress. The cozy t-shirt that my mom gave me, mixed with his. My panties next to his boxer shorts.

I push him on his back and he lets me win. I straddle him and move up to present my offering to his mouth. His tongue caresses the lips of my vulva in a very sensual way. Makes me feel touched in a very special way. I look at our reflection in the mirror and see how his dick is twitching as if trying to wake up from a deep sleep. I start rubbing myself into his mouth and suddenly our reflection shows me how his rod has sprung into action and is pointing at me.

He gets his tongue inside of my pussy and I realize right away that I need to be filled up in a different way. I move down and place my knees right at the spot that I use when riding him. I am teasing him by moving my hips back and forth with his dick rubbing in my wetness. Suddenly we lock in position and as he is trying to push himself inside of me I give him the look.

The look tells him that he is playing my game now, and that I am the one who will get our little dance started. I lower down just enough to feel his tip knock in my entrance. I stay there for a moment, rocking us back and forth. He raises his arms and places the palms of his hands hovering over my back.

Little by little I push down making him fill me up more and more. From time to time I stop and look into his face. I love the look of expectation in his big brown eyes. I take all his features in and with a final push I get him all the way inside of me.

He has been caressing my back all this time, yet now he decides to place his hands under his head. I place my hands over his elbows and we create this complex moving sculpture with his arms in a butterfly that I push down every time I move up.

I am feeling all the delicious length of his rod as it moves in and out of me. I move up and take the next view in the mirror. He is my prey and I am feeding on him. I can see his rod as I playfully move my hips in that circular motion. Up till I feel the tip in my entrance, and then all the way in. This is building up very nicely and I know that I am getting close to the moment when I shake and discombobulate on top of him.

I look back into his eyes and see this flame and fury in them that takes me just over the edge. My legs are shaking, I arch my back and take the full blast of my orgasm. I let him go and his hands are pushing and holding me as I try to put myself together again.

He starts moving his hips and giving it all to me. This is the moment when I move my hand down and feel his balls as he is entering me. They are so focused in preparing that special load for me. I get giddy and start squeezing the base of his rod. I can hear his moaning going together with the rhythm of his hands driving my hips for a finale feroce.

He explodes in me and I move my hips to milk every last drop out of him. He groans as I laugh. I move down to lay on top of him and feel his soft hands caressing my back. We stay in that position for a few minutes while we catch our breath.

As I move up I can feel our mix of juices slipping out of me. I point to him and he exclaims:

“Bunny, we forgot the tea…”

I’ll take mine with lime, or should I use cream instead?