Breakfast 

“Morning, sweetie,” his voice caressed Whip’s ear like a gentle spring breeze. Soft, welcome and carrying with it a sense of warmth. 

She felt his arm around her as she lay on her side, slowly drifting away from the world of sleep. Her eyes still closed she felt his fingers caress her cheek as he continued to whisper to her. 

“Hey, you,” Cassius said softly and with a smile, “C’mon, I’m gonna sort out breakfast for us.” 
His words were followed by a final caress and a firm kiss against her cheek. She felt the bedsheet on his side move as he got up and heard his footsteps as he plodded out of the room. She smiled, allowing herself to peek open an eyelid just in time to catch a look of his cute bare buttocks as he left the room. 

She closed her eye again and nestled into her pillow, ignoring the sound of the shower in the adjacent bathroom. Cassius making breakfast? It had since become a habit of his to occasionally entice her out of bed after a rough night of seemingly unending sex. 

Cassius was particularly ravenous the previous evening, a long Friday night working late left her waiting up for him to come home and have dinner. But Cassius didn’t take the time to eat or shower, a welcoming grin and single look from his hazel eyes was all Whip needed to see to know that she was in for a wild evening. And wild it indeed was. Her pyjamas lay scattered about their bedroom; her top there, her shorts over there and one could only guess where her socks had gone. 

She stayed in bed, listening to the soothing sound of the shower and swearing that she could hear Cassius humming. Soon the shower stopped and she drifted off back to her sleep. It was short lived however. The sound of the shower had been replaced with the unmistakable sound of fresh bacon sizzling away in a pan followed by the even more unmistakable smell that accompanied it. 

Well, now this was a step up from the cereal he made last time. 

She roused herself from her sleep, slowly rising from her bed and stretching, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. He grunted a little from a slight pain between her legs that quickly dissipated as she got to her feet, moving the sheets from her nude body. 

She then stumbled around, slowly fumbling for her scattered pyjamas. Dishevelled and growing increasingly enticed by the smell of bacon she simply settled for getting her shorts and top on. She couldn’t find her socks and settled for a pair of slippers. 

She plodded out of the kitchen, finding a blandly set table adjacent to their apartment’s small kitchenette where Cassius busied himself with frying bacon and scrambling some egg. She scarcely made a sound as she snuck close to him. With a playful grin she tugged his tail. 

“Oi!” he jumped slightly, nearly spilling the bacon. 

Whip laughed and hugged him from behind. “Hmm… graduated from cereal to bacon have you?”

Cassius laughed as he continued to cook. “Oh, C’mon. Weet-Bix are amazing!” 

“Not as amazing as this,” she smiled, humouring him. Whip never did understand his obsession with the bars of compacted grains and oats known as Weet-Bix. They turned to mush quickly once the milk was added. 
“Well,” said Cassius with a sigh, “It’s the least I could do after last night.”
“Sex-apology breakfast?” Whip laughed. 
“More like making-us-miss-dinner apology breakfast,” he smirked. 
“Hmm…maybe you should make me miss dinner more often,” he nibbled his ear while she hugged him from behind, standing on her toes to do so. “I could get use to that every night and this every morning.” 

He laughed and fobbed her off, protecting the precious bacon that he nearly spilt again for the second time this morning. “Oi, careful what ya wish for.” He kissed her. “Now gimme some space. Nearly done.” 
She smiled and moved away from him, giving him some space to cook. 

“Got your tea on the counter there,” Cassius motioned over to the end of the kitchen. “Still hot…or at least warm I think.” 

She went over the retrieved her tea. He seemed to have thought of everything this morning. She sipped it, giving him a surly look while she did so. It was perfect, just the way she liked it, sweet and milky. 

“You want a slice of toast with it?” asked Cassius? 
“Either or,” she replied sipping her tea. 

“Single slice it is, then.” 
She saw him begin to gather the bacon and egg onto plates as well as a slice of toast each, prompting her to move over to the small table that occupied their single bedroom apartment. He poured Cassius a glass of OJ as he arrived at the table with the plates. 

They both sat and began to hack into their food. They were both quite hungry. 
“How is it?” Cassius asked. 

Whip surveyed the blandly set table. “Terrible,” she teased. “You couldn’t have gotten some roses for the table or at least a candle?” 
Cassius laughed. “Oh, c’mon. The only rose or light in my life I wanna see is already sitting right in front of me.” 

She felt her cheeks flush at his words. She had no words to say and he knew it. She didn’t have to say any, he knew how she felt. She simply smiled and caressed his arm. 

“It’s lovely, Cassius. Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome,” he then busied himself enjoying his meal as she did the same. 

As she neared the end his words to her hadn’t left her. The blush in her cheeks had not abstained. She looked at him, a surly look in her eye. He didn’t notice, too busy with his meal. 

She wiggled her toes and a slipper fell from her foot. Soon it worked its way toward Cassius and slid up his leg, finding purchase against his groin. He was wearing his shorts now but Whip didn’t care, she simply pressed her toes against him harder wiggling them as she did. 

Cassius coughed and it wasn’t long until his cheeks flushed red. He laughed. “Well…at least you’re not doing it in public this time.” 

“Whatever do you mean?” she teased, rubbing his crotch. “I was just resting my tired feet against you after work.” 

“We were in a café. And you gave me such a raging boner I had to wait for ages before we could leave.” 
“Well, someone needs to learn a little self-control,” he teased him more, feeling his crotch harden under her toes, “you tore my stockings to shreds afterwards.” 

Cassius grunted as he felt her toes work against him. “You keep going and you’re gonna see how far that self-control goes.” 

She kicked the other slipper from her foot and it soon joined her other foot rubbing against is crotch. He had grown stiff underneath. She rubbed his legs with her toes, sliding them up and down. She kept his eyes locked with his, looking at him slowly slip into a daze. 

“Oh?” she leaned forward slightly. “Just how far?” she poked her tongue out at him. 

She didn’t have to push him anymore. In almost a flash he was up from his chair and Whip her own. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him embrace her. Their lips met each other again and again as they held each other close. He could feel Cassius rub his crotch against her. 

Panting, she effortlessly pulled his loose shorts down and began fondling with his cock, running a hand up and down his shaft. He, in turn, pulled her top off and gorged himself on her breasts his tongue busying itself with her nipples as he buried his face in them. 

She flung her head back and moaned up at the ceiling but it was nothing compared to the moans that followed next. No sooner had they begun, Cassius span Whip around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She felt her pyjama shorts slide down her legs and felt Cassius’ manhood press against her behind. 

He spread her arms out on the counter, pinning her them there with his hands atop of hers. She was panting heavily as was he. After all that had happened last night, he still had more left in the tank. She heard his breathing against her ear and giggled as she nibbled the top of her ear, tugging it with his mouth as he plunged a finger inside her from behind. 

She gasped even louder as she felt the sudden thrust. His fingers had been sliding up and down her slit probing for her entrance. They had just found it and she was shuddering in delight at what was to come. He continued to caress her slit, getting her juices flowing. It was then that Cassius propped himself against her properly and proceeded to thrust himself deep inside her, pressing his head close against hers. 

She moaned loud when he entered her, the pain from the previous night quickly subsiding consumed by a void of bliss. Cassius didn’t lay off, ravaging her from behind and panting rapidly with each and every thrust. He started slow thrusting into her deeply and hard, each thrust emitting a blissful whimper from Whip. 

Then he got faster, sliding his manhood in and out of her in quick succession. She grinned, remembering one of their first times in the bathroom at high school. In their younger years, the crazy bastard actually managed to talk her into meeting in there during class time. It was a while before she could look at bathroom mirror or sink the same way again.  

She moaned and moaned with pleasure as he continued nibbling on her ears, moving from one to the other taking care not to damage her piercings. Time moved quickly as she fell into bliss, clamping her eyes shut. She couldn’t tell how much of the morning was passing, only that she was enjoying every moment of it, moments that signalled their end when Cassius let out a loud moan of his own and blew a load inside her. 

He pulled out of her, letting the excess cum trip on the tiled floor near the kitchen. He stumbled and kissed her cheek. 

“You good?” he asked checking on her and caressing the back of her head. 

“G-good. A-all good.” Her upper half still was still spread out over the counter and her legs had turned to jelly. “I’m…I’m okay,” she whispered defiantly. 

Cassius shook his head in disbelief and smiled. 

“Oh, you,” he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. 

On the way she noticed her socks near the couch and a box of tissues as they walked past and realised what Cassius had been up to during the night when she finally had enough and went to sleep. She giggled. Such a gentleman. 

He lay her on the bed and nestled in next to her, pulling up the covers and resting his head on her chest. She found the strength to lift his head up to face hers and kiss him deeply. 

“I…I need a breather,” Cassius sighed as he rested his head against her chest once more. 

Whip giggled. “Take as long as you need.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Dinner’s on me tonight.” 

Cassius smiled and closed his eyes, drifting off for a late morning nap.