Following a rather restful sleep, Amelia woke up to a room consumed by piercing sunlight, and oddly, found herself alone in bed. She wrapped herself in a quilted throw blanket, and made her way to the kitchen in search of Elise. Once there, she found Elise flipping pancakes in her Tiffany blue neglige, which rode up to reveal a bit of her butt each time she stacked another golden pancake onto the plate adjacent to the stove.
"You're not wearing any underwear," Amelia stated in a left over sex-crazed jest.
"Oh... you noticed that? I must have forgotten to slip some on before cooking our breakfast," Elise retorted sardonically.
Amelia rolled her eyes; she bent down about an inch or so to appreciate the view. After a few minutes of watching Elise cook, she licked her lips and started to speak again:
"Elise... You should turn off the gas range."
"Oh? And why is that Amelia?," Elise responded and further emphasized her sarcastic tone.
There was a short period of quiet that was compounded by a sliver of anticipatory awkwardness, as the women silently debated who would initiate the first move. Elise finally listened and turned the dial that controlled the gas into the off position, then turned her body to face Amelia.
At this point, Amelia took deliberately tiny steps toward Elise, stopped when her face was an "I'm not touching you!" measurable distance away from her mouth, but carefully held herself there for a significantly rewarding purpose.
Mingling with the electric tension in the air, Amelia made no indication that she was planning to actually kiss Elise. She asserted her craving for total, unrelenting, consensual control, and crossed her arms around Elise's snatched waist. In one swift motion, she pulled Elise against her body then spun her in the opposite direction; she made a concerted effort to boost her petite frame onto the marble countertop.
Elise positioned herself farther back on the counter than Amelia's weak muscles could manage. As she did so, Amelia shifted herself too, so she could stand in the spot between Elise's dangling legs.
"I want some sugar before I eat my pancakes," Amelia exclaimed, laughing confidently.
Elise deeply inhaled as she watched Amelia alluringly raise her nightgown above her hip bones, and began to feel an almost tortuous tingling as the fabric inchworm-ed along her skin.
"Amelia," Elise dragged out each syllable of her name as she clutched the scoop neck of her questionably mint or possibly turquoise neglige.
"Amelia," she repeatedly moaned.
"Yes, baby?" Amelia mischievously raised the inflection of her voice while she dug her nails into Elise's inner thigh.
Elise bit her lip, and without saying a word, slid herself down to the edge of the island; she left just enough space to raise and support her legs. Elise did this remaining laser focused on Amelia's hazel eyes.
Returning Elise's eye contact, heavy with risqué undertones, Amelia gently tapped her knees, and Elise immediately parted them, as if Amelia's touch was the sensor setting off an automatic door. Amelia was somehow surprised by Elise's glistening wetness.
"Fuck, you are already prepared for me."
The corners of Amelia's mouth turned upward, semi-maniacally, as she proceeded to rub the outside of Elise's vagina. She alternated between grazing each lip and dipping only the tip of her finger inside. Elise, now passionately heated, displayed her aching hunger for Amelia all over her face. She bit her lip again and angled her head toward the ceiling.
Amelia's thumb and index finger quickly dampened...
"Amelia, I need you inside of me."
"Say it again, Elise," Amelia channeled the (aggressively sexy) top energy that she kept up her sleeve for special occasions.
"Amelia, I- I need you completely inside of me," Elise whimpered.
"Say please," Amelia powerfully demanded.
"GOD AMELIA, PLEASE!"
Elise yelped at an unexpectedly shocking volume. Amelia instantly felt overcome by her own arousal, and felt dribbles trail down her thighs while she fulfilled Elise's wish.
"Yes... YES... uuuuh, there. there. THERE!" Elise's body involuntarily lunged forward as she screamed. "I love the way you fuck me. I love the way you fuck me, sweetheart! "Oh, you're such a good girl."
"mmmm," Amelia continued the finger pattern Elise was clearly enjoying, even though she was almost dibilitatingly throbbing.
Hearing Elise orgasm excited Amelia so much that she orgasmed in tandem with Elise.
Quite rapidly, Amelia centered her own breathing, and instructed Elise to lean back again. Amelia lowered herself until her face was level with Elise's vagina. Then, she repositioned her head as far left as it could possibly go, practically dove in, and suction cupped her mouth to Elise's clit, then sucked to her heart's content.
Multiple orgasms later, Elise was properly exhausted. Amelia was immensely proud of herself for making Elise cum enough times (incredibly close together) that it impaired her ability to walk once she got off the counter. Amelia pompously, yet sweetly, pranced around the room while bringing various breakfast items from the kitchen to the table. Elise took a few minutes to compose herself when Amelia set the table, before accumulating the essentials to assemble, what she deemed, a "beyond perfect" cup of coffee.
Elise opened the drawer below her Keurig, grabbed two pods of Café Bustello, and waited for her magical "make-me-human beverage" (as she hilariously dubbed it) to brew. She struck up a conversation while she prepared her coffee. When she finished hers and switched to Amelia's cup, she seriously, albeit humorously, declared:
"You may have had me for breakfast, Amelia, but we are not continuing on with the day until I get my taste of dessert."
Amelia smiled so widely, that Elise could see the entire top row of her Crest commercial white teeth.
"I'm looking forward to it," Amelia replied, securing her grip on the piping hot, hand-painted floral mug Elise handed to her.
Elise sat down and squirmed slightly until she reached a comfortable position, sipped her coffee for a moment, then matched Amelia's enthusiasm:
"Me too, honey. Me too..."
YOU ARE READING
Beyond the Table
RomanceAmelia and Elise find themselves in a bind when they are reintroduced to one another following a three night stand many months prior, and are hit with the realization that Elise is friends with Amelia's mother.
