I woke to feel you beside me.

You were cuddled up against my side with my arm holding you comfortably next to me. Your lips curled in a smile

The bed smelled of our passion from the night before. It's scent causing a stir in parts of my anatomy.

You didn't want to move as I extracted myself from our bed.

I leant over you and kissed that smile.

"Coffee?"

" Just another five minutes" you murmured drawing the blankets around you.

You wanted to spend way more than five minutes in the bed but that was fine.

I went down stairs and prepared a pot of coffee.

I put a couple of pastries to warm for breakfast.

The pot bubbles, gurgled and spat in readiness but the pastries were not warm enough so I had a cup of coffee and checked my messages.

I poured two cups of coffee and put the pastries on a plate and loaded a tray.

Returning to the bedroom you have rolled onto your back, your arms are above your head, wrists crossed.

The blanket is pulled up to your throat.

You have that smile still on your lips.

Do you know how desirable you look right now.

So incredibly desirable.

Blood surges within my loins just watching you.

Quite frankly I want you. Right now.

I know that you will still be moist from last night.

A primal desire roars through me.

And I respond to it.

I put the tray down on the bedside table and pick up a rope abandoned on the floor.

I straddle you on the bed, pinning you in place with the blankets, gripping your wrists together in one hand.

Your eyes open and lock on mine as I swiftly bind your wrists.

The look in those eyes is of a primal desire that matches my own.

My need is matched by your need.

My lust is matched by your lust.

I swing one leg off you and drag the blanket clear. Your naked body beneath me.

You kick your far leg up at me. I catch it on my upper arm, my forearm rising to lock it against me, lifting your hips from the bed, exposing your naked glistening sex.

I place my other hand inside your other knee, forcing your leg down,keeping them separate.

I straddle this lower limb, pushing my hips closer to yours. My shaft presses against your pussy lips, instantly soaked along its length with your juices.

"Please!" you gasp, writhing against me.

I pull back, the tip of my cock nestles momentarily between your lips. You try to push forward but you are at the end of your available movement.

It doesn't matter as I lean forwards and thrust deep inside you, my balls slapping against you, my movement forcing the thigh trapped in my arm upwards, opening you even more to me.

My body weight forwards on you, pressing you down. I lift my hand to your breast, framing the nipple in the crook of forefinger an thumb and swing my other leg to join the first between yours.

You twist slightly, lifting the suddenly free limb, wrapping it around me, dragging me harder against you.

I drag my trapped arm free and grab the other breast in the same way as the first.

You thrust your hips at mine, meeting my own thrust with a force of your own. Our frantic coupling wild and almost uncontrolled, almost uncontrollable.

But I need to have some control so so I move one hand and clamp it onto your throat. Your eyes widen, locked onto mine. The flow of air restricted your thrusts against mine become more frantic.

We fuck wildly and paradoxically without restraint.

I move my other hand to join the first at your throat.

Your mouth articulates a moan, a wail without sound as you climax beneath me.

I feel my sap rise and with violent thrusts I come inside you.

Arching my back I release your throat and grab your hips. Holding you against me as hard as I can.

Our eyes still locked.

Our chests heaving, dragging in great gasping breaths.

Slowly we start to move again. Still hard within you I lay on top of you, reaching up to pull the release on your binding.

You wrap your arms around me. I slide one arm around your waist and roll to the side, dragging you on top of me.

You lay still in my arms for a few moments as our hearts stop pounding.

"Good morning Lee" I murmur into your ear.

You turn your head, drawing your hair across my face as your eyes focus on the tray.

You put your hands on my chest and lever yourself into a kneeing position.

You reach out to snag a pastry from the plate and drop it onto my chest.

Then you lift a cup of coffee and settle back onto my still hard cock.

You take a sip of the coffee, pick up the pastry in your other hand.

"It certainly is" you say looking into my eyes with a smile and you take a bite.