Instead of breakfast, I had to fuck my girlfriend – MIRARI

**Instead of Breakfast, I Fucked My Girlfriend**

I woke up to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft rustling of my girlfriend, Miarari, as she moved about the kitchen. Stretching languidly beneath the crisp sheets, I felt a smirk tug at the corners of my lips. Miarari and I had been together for over a year now, and our passion for each other had only grown stronger with time. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand – 9:00 AM. Far later than usual for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Padding into the kitchen, I found Miarari standing at the stove, her lean, tanned legs peeking out from under a short silk robe. She turned to greet me, her short, black hair tousled and spikey, emphasizing her delicate features and slate grey eyes. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased, reaching up to place a soft kiss on my lips. “I was starting to think I’d have to wake you up myself.”

I grinned and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pulling her close. Miarari’s breath hitched slightly as she pressed against me, her petite body fitting perfectly against mine. “Well, I wouldn’t have complained about that,” I replied, nuzzling her neck and savoring the sweet scent of her skin.

Miarari giggled and playfully swatted at my chest. “Down, boy. I made us breakfast.” She stepped out of my embrace and motioned towards the table, where two plates heaping with fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs awaited us. My stomach growled at the sight, but suddenly, the thought of breakfast seemed far less appealing than it did just moments ago.

As Miarari began to serve the plates, I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her. The way the fabric of her robe stretched taut over her pert, upturned breasts, the tantalizing glimpses of her toned stomach as she moved around the kitchen. I felt my cock twitch in my boxers, growing harder by the second.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and grabbed Miarari’s wrist, pulling her towards me. She let out a startled gasp, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of excitement. “And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked breathlessly, her cheeks flushing pink.

“Breakfast can wait,” I growled, hiking up her robe and exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. “I’d much rather have a taste of you.”

Miarari let out a soft moan as I practically lifted her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs apart. She was already wet, her pussy glistening with arousal. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, before running my tongue along her slit, savoring her sweet, tangy flavor.

“Oh fuck,” Miarari whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me closer. I grazed my teeth over her sensitive clit, making her hips buck off the counter. I grabbed her thighs, keeping her in place as I feasted on her, lapping and suckling at her folds until she was writhing beneath me.

“Please,” she panted, “I need you inside me. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift tug, I removed my boxers, freeing my aching cock. I lined myself up with her entrance, rubbing the head of my shaft against her slick folds. Then, with one hard thrust, I burried myself inside her, filling her completely.

We both let out a guttural moan at the sensation. Miarari was so tight, so hot and wet around me. I drew back slowly, before slamming into her again, setting a hard, fast pace. The rhythm made the bacon sizzle and pop in the pan, the obscene sound mixing with Miarari’s screams of ecstasy.

“Harder,” she begged, raking her nails down my back. “Fuck me harder.”

I complied, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more frenzied. The counter shook beneath us, dishes rattling precariously. Miarari’s breasts bounced with each slam of my hips, drawing my gaze. I leaned down, capturing one nipple in my mouth and biting down, just hard enough to make her yelp.

“Naughty boy,” she panted, rewarded me with a sharp slap to my ass. I let out a guttural growl, somehow getting even harder. I pulled back and flipped Miarari over onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I thrust into her from behind, the new angle allowing me to go even deeper. Miarari’s fingers clenched the counter edge, her knuckles white. Her pussy tightened around my cock like a vice, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me,” I groaned, reaching around to play with her clit, rolling the sensitive nub between my fingers. Miarari threw her head back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Her cunt spasmed around me, milking my cock for all it was worth.

The sensation was too much, and I stumbled over the edge with her, spilling myself deep inside her with a loud, feral grunt. Miarari collapsed onto the counter, her body trembling from the aftershocks. I followed suit, lying on top of her, both of us slick with sweat.

We stayed like that for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Miarari pushed against my chest, a grin tugging at her lips as I slipped out of her. “Wasn’t breakfast supposed to be served in bed?” she teased, nibbling on my earlobe. “I think we used up all my energy, and now I need a nap.”

I chuckled, pressing a loving kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her back to the bedroom and laying her down gently on the sheets. I whispered a promise as she drifted off to sleep – that this was only the beginning of our day together.