Marcus awoke to the aroma of coffee and the sizzle of bacon, a symphony that pulled him from the depths of sleep. He stretched, the sheets slipping down to reveal his toned torso, a smile playing on his lips as he remembered the night before. Riley, with her curves and confidence, had been an intoxicating surprise, a whirlwind of passion that left him yearning for more.
He rose, not bothering to dress, his body still humming with the memory of her touch. As he entered the kitchen, the sight of Riley, nearly a decade his senior, stopped him in his tracks. She was a vision of casual sensuality, his shirt draped over her ample form, the fabric barely containing her generous breasts. The shirt gaped open, a teasing glimpse of her cleavage and the soft curve of her stomach drawing his gaze. Her hair was tousled, a stark contrast to the domestic scene she was creating, and Marcus felt a surge of desire.
Riley was in her element, her movements fluid and precise as she flipped pancakes, her hips swaying to some unheard rhythm. Marcus watched, captivated by the way her breasts bounced with each movement, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her skin, tantalizingly close to revealing her nipples.
As she bent over to retrieve a jar of syrup from the lower cabinet, Marcus's control snapped. Her ass, round and inviting, was too much to resist. He approached silently, his cock already hardening at the thought of taking her right there, in the morning light.
He came up behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his erection pressing against the cleft of her ass. Riley gasped, the syrup forgotten as she leaned back into him, her body recognizing the heat of his. Marcus lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the cool marble of the countertop, her thighs parting to cradle him between them.
With a growl, he dipped his head, his mouth finding the sweetness between her legs. Riley's gasp turned into a moan as his tongue delved into her folds, lapping at her wetness, the taste of her mingling with the lingering flavor of syrup on his lips. Her breasts bounced with every gasp, the shirt falling open to reveal her hardened nipples, rosy and tempting.
Marcus couldn't get enough. He feasted on her, his fingers spreading her wider, his tongue circling her clit, each flick sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Riley's hands found their way into his hair, her fingers gripping tightly as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
"Fuck, Marcus," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Don't stop. I'm so close."
He had no intention of stopping. He increased his pace, his tongue and fingers working in unison, pushing her closer to the edge. Riley's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared her climax. And then she was there, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices coating his chin as she came with a cry of release.
Before the aftershocks had even subsided, Marcus stood, his cock aching for its own release. Riley's eyes were dark with lust as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft, guiding him towards her entrance.
With a thrust of his hips, he was inside her, her wet heat enveloping him. They both groaned at the sensation, the perfect fit of their bodies. Marcus began to move, each stroke deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto him.
Riley's breasts bounced with the rhythm of their coupling, the sight driving Marcus wild. He leaned forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping as he continued to pound into her. Riley's moans filled the kitchen, a symphony of pleasure that spurred Marcus on.
He released her nipple, his hand moving to her throat, his thumb caressing the pulse point there, the dominance of the gesture making Riley's pussy tighten around him. She loved it, the feeling of being possessed, of being his in every way.
Marcus could feel his orgasm building, a fire in his belly that threatened to consume him. But he wanted more, needed to claim her in every way possible. With a swift motion, he pulled out, flipping Riley onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with their combined juices.
He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting. Riley pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, her cries of pleasure echoing off the kitchen walls.
As they moved together, Marcus reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. It was too much for Riley, her body shaking as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him.
With a final thrust, Marcus came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum, the sensation so intense that stars danced before his eyes. They collapsed onto the counter, a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.
After a moment, Marcus lifted Riley into his arms, carrying her to the shower, the water hot against their skin, a second round of lovemaking unfolding under the spray, their bodies moving together with a familiarity that belied the newness of their relationship.
As they dried off, the playful banter returned, the sexual tension never fully dissipating. Riley glanced at the clock, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I suppose we should get dressed," she said, her voice laced with reluctance. "The day is wasting, and as much as I'd love to spend it naked with you, I have a feeling we'll be otherwise occupied."
Marcus chuckled, pulling her close for a kiss. "I'm not making any promises about the clothes staying on," he murmured against her lips.
Riley laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
As they dressed, the sexual energy between them simmered just below the surface, a promise of what was to come. Marcus watched Riley, her body now clothed, but the memory of her naked and wanton etched into his mind.
They made their way to the living room, the morning's activities having worked up an appetite. As they sat down to eat, the food barely touched, their attention focused on each other, the connection between them undeniable.
Riley took a bite of her pancake, a drop of syrup clinging to her lower lip. Marcus leaned in, capturing the drop with his tongue, the sweetness a reminder of their earlier escapade.
"You're insatiable," Riley said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Only when it comes to you," Marcus replied, his voice sincere.
They finished their meal, the conversation flowing as easily as the wine they sipped. As the day wore on, the promise of more intimate moments hung in the air, a delicious anticipation that neither could deny.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, sated and content, Marcus pulled Riley close, her body fitting perfectly against his. They whispered words of affection, their bond deepening with each passing moment.
"I never expected any of this," Riley admitted, her voice soft.
"Sometimes, the best things in life are the ones we don't see coming," Marcus said, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her back.
Riley lifted her head, her eyes meeting his. "Here's to unexpected surprises," she said, her smile radiant.
Marcus kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities. As they drifted off to sleep, the world outside forgotten, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, a journey filled with passion, laughter, and a love that would only grow stronger with time.