“They look great,” Harlow said and took a whole berry that Larissa had set on her own plate. She bit into it, chewed, and added, “Taste great, too.”
She held out the other half for Larissa.
“That’s my plate. Yours looks a little better than mine, at least.”
She took the remaining bite of the berry from Harlow.
“Babe, I don’t care how the plate looks. You made me breakfast. That’s sweet. I’m going to eat it, but I woke up and was supposed to find you next to me, and you’re out here.”
“I know. Sorry. I just thought I’d bring this to you in bed. Iamwearing your favorite outfit on me, though.”
“I see that. And it does mostly make up for not finding you naked next to me when I woke up.”
“Only mostly?”
“Well, you know what we can do to make it up to me all the way?”
“No. What?” she asked.
Harlow just lifted an eyebrow at her like Larissa really should know the answer to that.
“Oh, that,” she said.
“Yes, that,” Harlow stated and turned Larissa until she was backed against the counter.
The microwave beeped, reminding them that the syrup was warm.
“Don’t you dare move,” Harlow whispered and moved in to kiss her.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” Larissa said before she deepened the kiss.
“Me too,” Harlow replied while her hand moved into Larissa’s pants. Then, Harlow stopped and looked up at her. “Um… You’re not… wearing underwear.”
“No, I’m not. I didn’t want to put on the ones from last night, and if I had opened a drawer, it might have woken–”
“Don’t care,” Harlow said and kissed her harder while her fingers moved to find Larissa’s clit. “Never wear underwear again.”
Larissa laughed as Harlow moved her lips to her neck and kissed her there, and she spread her legs and let Harlow stroke her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Inside. God, please,” she requested, wrapping her arms around Harlow’s neck.
Harlow pushed inside her with two fingers and reached deep before pulling almost all the way out and doing it again.
“Faster,” Larissa said, finding her own voice and what she wanted and needed at the same time. “Please, fuck me, Harlow.”
“God, you’re perfect.”
Larissa knew she was far from, but hearing Harlow say that to her made her feel a little bit closer to her.
Harlow shoved at her pants with her free hand until they were at her knees. They fell to Larissa’s ankles on their own, and she stood there in only a T-shirt, her sweats at her feet and legs spread while Harlow thrust inside her over and over again. Larissa held on to her, kissed her when she could, and when Harlow lifted her shirt, Larissa was the one to cup her own breast and hold it to Harlow’s waiting lips.
“God, yes! Almost! Almost!”
Harlow moaned at that, and Larissa came while in her own kitchen, yelling Harlow’s name into the quiet until she finally started coming down. Harlow slowed down and then stopped her thrusts, but she stayed inside her and kissed her softly over and over again.
“I really don’t want to go to work today,” Harlow said eventually and pulled out of Larissa slowly.
“I don’t either.”
