“Me too.” Danika directs her soft admission at her coffee. She looks up, leans forward, and cradles her mug. “It was…” She shakes her head. “I’m not coherent enough yet to have the words for it. The superlatives for how good it was.”
“If you’re saying ‘superlative’ before you’ve had coffee, then you’re plenty coherent to me.” She comes around the bench, strokes Danika’s hair back from her face, leans in for a kiss.
Danika pecks, pulls away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth. I woke, saw you were already up and came to find you. If you are the one with doubts, then I want to know sooner rather than later.” One shoulder lifts. “Before teeth, before a shower.”
“But not before coffee.”
“Before coffee, too.” Danika lifts the mug to her lips. “First sip.”
“I’m flattered.” Kim waits until the mug is back on the counter before she wraps her arms around Danika’s waist, and leans in. “Now kiss me properly.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” But Danika kisses her back, lips moving softly on Kim’s own.
“What would you normally do on a Sunday morning?” Kim asks. It’s more to make conversation, to stop this turning awkward, because she already knows. For a normal Sunday, anyway.
Is this normal?
“You mean on a normal Sunday when I haven’t just slept with a friend? Cami and I have a big breakfast. She gets to choose what, so there’s usually hash browns, baked beans, and bacon. Then we do chores—Cami gets her school things organised, makes sure there are no shocks about no clean clothes on Monday morning?—”
“So you do laundry then.” Kim nods. “Our house too. Bella is incapable of putting her school uniform in the laundry bag on a Friday. She always needs that Sunday morning reminder.”
“Yes, always that. Then, once the house is tidy-ish, we go out and do something fun for the afternoon. Or play board games, or watch a soccer match on TV. Mum-and-Cami time.”
“Sounds like what we do here,” Kim says. “We don’t have to pick up the girls until after lunch. What shall we do?”
Danika’s eyes darken, her pupils wide and dark. “I know what I want to do. But I’m also starving. So I’m thinking breakfast.”
“And then?”
“A shower. Together. And then maybe you can think of something we can do together. Naked.” She holds Kim’s eyes. “I keep thinking of how you went down on me, and you knew…everything. Gave me everything. I want to do that for you.”
A smoky thrill shafts through Kim’s belly, and she imagines Danika’s face between her thighs, her eyes flicking up to meet Kim’s as she lowers her head again, puts her mouth to Kim. “Only if you’re comfortable with that.”
“Guess I’ll find out.” Danika raises the coffee mug to her mouth, and her eyes flick up impishly to meet Kim’s, exactly as she’d just imagined.
She takes a deep breath as her body leaps to life again. Last night should have doused it for a while—orgasms, tenderness, closeness, all with someone she’s so comfortable with, already cares deeply for. But with Danika’s words, Kim’s instantly aroused, instantly consumed with the visual.
“Are you sure you want breakfast first?”
Danika nods. “I do. Can’t let our blood sugar drop too much, or we’ll run out of energy. We can’t live on coffee and…love alone.” She smiles.
Kim pretends not to notice the hesitation. It’s an expression, she tells herself. Danika doesn’t mean anything in particular by it.
She pulls the frying pan from the overhead rack. “I can do hash browns and beans. How about poached eggs instead of the bacon?”
“That sounds just about perfect.”
And it is.
Breakfast feeds Kim’s stomach, and the sex that follows feeds her soul. There are slow caresses, kisses that linger, turning from languorous and sensual to hot and heavy. Kim learns more about what Danika likes. She loves her nipples being played with, and when Kim uses her teeth, lightly scraping.
And Danika makes good on her promise to go down on Kim. She expected her to be tentative, but there is no hesitation as she parts Kim’s thighs, explores with fingers, then puts her mouth there and retraces her explorations with her tongue.
Kim’s clit has never been so hard, so engorged, and her release, when it comes, lifts her hips from the bed, sends a pounding pulse into her head. She forgets to breathe through her shuddering orgasm, only taking a sharp breath when Danika pinches the inside of her thigh.
Afterwards, they lie together again, already sweaty despite their earlier shower. The sun now shines fully into the room.
Kim is enjoying the feel, enjoying the relaxation. Will it last?
