I followed her into the kitchen. That little wiggle she did pushed my buttons hard, but this time I felt I should hold back. Neither of us felt the need to put clothes on in the morning if we didn't have anywhere to be, and it wasn't uncommon for me to make a cheeky move while she was making breakfast (she enjoyed a morning romp as much as i did,) so when I saw her leaning down to get the butter out of the fridge, it took every fibre of my being to resist the urge to grab those beautiful hips and grind my cock up against her...

This morning was different. I was still feeling a bit sheepish after pushing the boundaries the night before, so I took a breath and let myself cool down a bit. While she was putting some toast on I gave her a warm hug from behind, and kissed the back of her neck. We stayed like that for a moment, but the feeling of her firm buttocks brushing against my already somewhat engorged cock started to set me off again, so I withdrew and poured us both some cereal. I was still fighting my arousal - there was an energy between us that I hadn't felt since we first got together - excited, tense, but with a sense of risk hanging in the air. Suddenly I was a nervous teenager again, aroused yet terrified of every move, unsure if it would result in glory or humiliation...

I almost dumped the milk over my head to try and gain some clarity! My civilised self was trying to speak up, but he was struggling to get past the hulking, horny caveman of my turbocharged, 18 year old libido... I sat down and just fixated on eating my cereal, trying not to look at her perky breasts and the sweet, neat tuft of hair above her mound as she approached and sat down in front of me. We looked at each other for a moment. She seemed much calmer than me, but there was still definitely an elephant in the room... and he was rocking a massive hardon..

Often, sex and the following pillow talk was our way of releasing any unspoken tensions between us, but this time it didn't feel appropriate as it was the sex itself that was the root cause, and she could see I was struggling to find another way. She reached across the table, smiling sweetly at me as she took my hand "let's just talk this time eh?"

We both laughed. It was a bit of an absurd situation after all. The caveman in me began to retreat, but i was still struggling to express myself, so she went first. "So... that was pretty hot last night, but it took me by surprise a bit!"

"Yeah..." I said bashfully.. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me..."

"Haha, it's fine, it actually felt pretty good once i got over the shock of it. I've never had anything in my bum before.."

I was relieved that she'd enjoyed it. I was so worried that my kink was going to make things awkward between us, so hearing she liked it soothed my anxiety.

"What brought it on, though?"

I took a breath..

"Well, the way you wiggled your bum at me got me really hot, and, well... I have a little confession to make..."

She raised her eyebrows when I went on to tell her how I'd had a kink for anal since I was a teenager, but kept listening as I came clean about how naughty but exciting it felt to imagine it, but I'd never had the courage to say anything about it before... She even smiled when I said I knew not everyone was into it, and how I didn't want to put her off, but that night I just felt so charged up I couldn't help myself.

When I was finished, she sat there quietly for a moment. I could see she was searching for the right words. It made me a little nervous, but i felt so much better for having got things off my chest. She looked up at me, and the mischievous smile on her face immediately put me at ease!

"Well, I can't say I've given it as much thought as you... but I have always been a little curious.."

My heart leapt. My face must have lit up because she laughed before saying "Ok, steady on now, let's take things slowly."

It was my turn to listen now. She went on to say that while she'd enjoyed the night before, she was a little shocked by me just going in there, and how it made her feel quite vulnerable, and it was only because we'd been together for some time and built up a sexual rapport that she let me continue. Her voice took a more serious tone as she told me that if it'd been a more casual encounter, she might not have felt the same way. I felt a bit foolish. I was young, and still quite ignorant, and hadn't quite understood how different sex was depending on whether you were "giving" or "receiving," and didn't fully appreciate the level of trust involved or how she must have felt in that situation...

I sat there quietly, and became quite solemn as I realised the liberty I'd taken, but she snapped me out of it - she came and sat on my lap, gave me a playful shove and quipped "It's fine, I liked it, just don't go shoving your cock in there just yet..."

We laughed, and I felt much better. I felt closer to her than ever, and the future looked that little bit brighter....