Coffee

Lana lay on her back on her bed. She’d had a long day at work, her neck was stiff, her back sore from being on her feet all day. A cool breeze blew through an open window in the kitchen. Lana stretched her arms out above her, easing the day’s tension away as best she could.

She owned at a popular local coffee shop, and with the university crowd back for the semester, she had no opportunity to take a break. However, she took solace in the fact that the interviews she held for new baristas went well, and soon she’d be able to get back to her big-picture owner duties.

Lana cracked her neck before rolling over onto her side and reaching for the book she’d started the night before. The spine still had that ‘new book’ stiffness, and the pages held the accompanying smell. She’d fallen asleep reading the night before and was hoping the same thing would happen this time around.

The story was a short romance novel set in early 1900’s England. She always preferred romance novels as her nighttime reading because of the dreams they tended to elicit. Lana had reached the Count’s seduction of the Lady T, when she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Just as the specter of sleep settled atop her, she heard her front door open and the familiar whistling of her love.

Samir opened the heavy door of the apartment and threw his bag to the side. He couldn’t get this irritatingly catchy jingle out of his head so he figured whistling along would somehow do the trick. He took off his shoes and padded his way through the living room towards the kitchen.

Passing the coffee table, he recognized Lana’s coffee shop’s ledgers strewn across its surface. Samir remembered Lana talking about how busy the shop was and the interviews she’d be conducting, so he went into action.

The first thing he did was put on a fresh pot of coffee. He knew, ironically, that Lana never drank the coffee she brewed at work. He tried to recall why, but realized he was getting distracted from the task at hand. Samir pulled out her favourite Ethiopian blend and scooped out the proportions for a strong brew. He poured the water and set the machine to start after he’d taken care of a few things.

As silently as he could, Samir began putting together some ingredients for the base for their dinner before checking in on Lana.

Samir walked over to Lana’s room which was down the hall from the kitchen. He peeked in and saw her laying on the bed. She had on her favourite over-sized yellow t-shirt with a ripped collar so it hung off her right shoulder. Samir smiled thinking about Lana’s habit of practically exploding out of her clothes when she got home from work.

He remembered a few instances where she’d stripped down to her bra and panties so quickly she didn’t notice Samir and his friends sitting in their living room. She lay with her hands strewn to her sides, her romance novel haphazardly laying to one side. Her head was tilted to the left, exposing her pale neck and shoulder where her t-shirt hung low. Samir stood in her bedroom doorway, his purple tie hanging loosely around his neck, his suit jacket removed, his slim fitting trousers and white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

Samir stared into the room, taking in every inch of Lana’s body. He licked his lips and his heart raced. He ran his hand through is long, black hair and walked quietly over to the bed. Samir crawled gently over Lana’s body, making his way straight to her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips driven to taste her skin.

Samir leaned down and began gently kissing Lana’s neck, his lips making the faintest of contact. He heard Lana breathe in deeply and quietly moan as she awoke.

“Shhh,” Samir whispered in her ear. His lips kissed her flush neck with more purpose, lingering against her flesh.

He pulled off his tie, the loosened knot releasing with little effort. Lana kept her eyes closed, moaning and squirming with pleasure. She wrapped her right arm around Samir’s body and dug her fingernails into his back. She felt his thick muscles tighten and she pressed harder, coaxing a reverberating growl from deep in his chest.

Samir finally released Lana’s neck, and before she had a moment to open her eyes he kissed her deeply. Lana’s legs wrapped around Samir’s waist, bringing his body in tight against hers. She felt his thrusts match his tongue wrestling hers, his bulge pressed firmly against the growing dampness between her legs.

“Rest your eyes, I’ve got you,” Samir whispered, blindfolding Lana with his tie.

Samir’s lips returned to Lana’s neck, making his way down her body. Each kiss left her momentarily breathless as the anticipation built for the next sensation of Samir’s soft lips against her skin. With her sight removed, all Lana’s other senses felt heightened. She could hear the light sound of every kiss, feel his warm breath behind each one. She became acutely aware of the goosebumps spreading across her body when she plotted Samir’s final destination.

Lana reached her hands down and grabbed handfuls of Samir’s hair, aching to feel his soft locks between her fingers. Abruptly Samir’s strong hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. She held her breath as silence filled the room. After what felt like an eternity, Lana heard the clang of a belt buckled and Samir’s deep voice whispering in her ear, “I’m in control.”

Before she knew it, Samir pulled her arms above her head and bound her wrists to the headboard.

Samir looked down at Lana as she squirmed. He took in her toned arms straining against their restraints and her large breasts stretching her shirt. Lana went still, and for a brief moment a smirk broke across her lips. That was Samir’s cue to finish what he’d started.

He continued his trail of kisses down Lana’s stomach and across her hips, each peck sloppier than the last. Samir finally reached the soaked warmth between Lana’s legs. He slowly peeled off her panties, following it down with more wet kisses.

With Lana’s lips finally free, Samir spreads her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and licked slowly across her soft skin. Lana gasped with each contact, her toes curling and arms flexing with Samir’s slow, torturous pace.

Lana moaned and whimpered, unable to bear the build-up. Suddenly, in a burst of sensation, Lana felt Samir’s tongue reach her drenched labia. Waves of pleasure washed over her as his tongue licked between her lips and up to her clit in one slow, sensuous motion. She gushed as he rhythmically flicked her swollen, hungry button, fiery passion surging through her with every touch. Lana screamed out as ecstasy washed over her.

Samir applied increasing and unrelenting pressure with the steady thrum of his tongue. Lana wanted to grab his hair and push his face deeper between her legs but could do nothing more than struggle against her restraints.

Pleasure built with every pulse of Samir’s tongue before he sealed his lips around Lana’s pussy and sucked vigorously. Lana screamed as the dueling sensations of Samir’s suction and pressured flicks triggered a stimulated tsunami. Lana’s back arched and her breath caught as fireworks of sensation exploded within her, every muscle in her body quivering and clenching simultaneously. The heightened sense of touch she felt only amplified her pleasure as she pushed her thighs together, holding Samir’s head between her legs for what she hoped was forever.

Samir grabbed Lana’s thighs and pinned them under his arms. She continued squirming, her immobile limbs only made her climb to orgasm that much more intense. She was at his mercy, completely.

Lana cried out as she soared through multiple orgasms, each one building upon the last. Her legs quivered and her body convulsed, her breath ragged from the torrent of pleasure emanating out from her clit and spreading through every cell in her body. Her thoughts were naught, only passion remained through the aftershocks that followed.

Samir looked down at his handiwork. A large wet spot stained the sheets between Lana’s supple thighs. He could see her abs flex instinctively with every aftershock rocking her sweat slicked body.

Samir gingerly stood up off the bed and quietly removed what was left of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed and released Lana from her restraints. He saw the bright marks of struggle on Lana’s wrists and softly kissed and massaged them before finally removing her blindfold.

Lana’s breathing steadied as she came down from the orgasmic peak that consumed every fiber of her being just moments before. She blinked to adjust to the light as the blurry face staring down at her slowly came into focus. Samir’s black hair hung down and a small, infectious smile spread across his lips.

Lana smiled back as he leaned in and kissed her, his soft lips contrasting the throbbing heat pressed against her lower stomach. Samir rolled over onto his back next to her and slid his arm underneath her head. She rolled over to rest her head against his chest and lay her leg across his body, allowing his slow, deep breaths and strong embrace envelope her.

The two lay entwined as a cool breeze settled the heat of the bedroom, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air.