Breakfast Seduction
Arianna was barely out of the shower when her phone chimed. It was a FaceTime request from Pierce.
"Pierce, I thought you had forgotten about me,"
"Now you know that wouldn't happen."
"What should I wear to bed tonight?" She asked playfully.
"What are my options?"
"The world is your oyster, Pierce, Using your imagination."
"I'm not going to say anything because I'm not there, and I wouldn't enjoy it. So I'm going to request something similar to what you were wearing today."
"What color?"
"Black," he replied without an ounce of hesitation.
"Good choice," she replied with a broad grin. She dropped her towel when she reached her dresser. Pierce lustfully watched as Arianna slowly rummaged through what he assumed to be her panty drawer. He only had a view of her backside, and he prayed she would turn around and bless him with a view of the front.
Arianna returned to her phone and almost giggled at how red Pierce's face was.
How cute.
"In case you're wondering. Tomorrow is my day off and I plan on taking it."
"Sounds like you're telling me this because you want me to take you on a date."
"Negative. I plan on eating and sleeping the day away."
"Why do that at home and when you can do that here?" Pierce questioned, hoping she would take the bait.
"Are you trying to lure me to your home?"
"Netflix and food would be provided, and the pool is heated as well."
"I don't know about that," she drawled. She wanted to immediately say yes; however, she didn't want to seem too eager.
"Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll return the favor from earlier today," he suggested.
"Depends...are you good with your hands?"
"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. Don't think too hard about it. Just roll out of bed in your pajamas and come over."
"You had me at roll out of bed in your pajamas, Drop the addy."
"Drop what?"
Arianna fell into a fit of giggles. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I was telling you to send me your address," she explained. She forgot Pierce was older.
"That's not embarrassing,"
"Don't be. I'd be kinda weirded out if you did know what I was talking about. What time should I arrive?"
"8:00 AM."
"That's too early." She whined.
"Okay, 8:05 then. I'll take care of you."
"You'd better, Pierce. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Arianna."
It was the second day in a row Pierce woke up with a smile on his face. It was indeed a personal record, and he had one woman to thank for it.
“Shit,” he groaned once he realized that it was 7:40 in the morning, and he hadn’t even thought about leaving bed yet. Pierce jumped out of bed and blew through his morning routine. He was thankful that he and Arianna were just lounging around in their pajamas today and he didn’t have to bother picking out something to wear. He flung open the refrigerator door and stared at what was available. To be honest, he wasn’t really a breakfast person and would be satisfied with a bowl of cereal or a cup of yogurt and coffee; however, he doubted Arianna would drag herself out of bed that early in the morning for a bowl of Raisin Bran.
Pierce took out the ingredients just as the doorbell rang. Unfortunately for him, Miss Carter was a stickler for punctuality. He opened the front door and found Arianna impatiently standing there in a fluffy pink robe and cartoonish-sized unicorn slippers. The slippers were complete with the head, the horn, and a little tail in the back. She had her braids wrapped in a silk scarf, and her face was make up free. She looked as beautiful as she always did.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Pierce greeted her, taking her bag from her.
“Good morning, Pierce,” Arianna replied groggily.
“You sound like you’re ready to go back to bed. Are you sure you went to bed after we hung up?”
“You caught me. I was a little amped up after our phone conversation and stayed up until 2:00 AM watching TV. I just want to eat and go back to sleep,” she whined.
“Come in, come in. Let’s get something in that belly.” Arianna bit her bottom lip and wagged her eyebrows at Pierce as she waltzed into the house. “You know, for a virgin, you sure are a pervert,” Pierce sighed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, but why is your house devoid of the smell of bacon?”
“You see...about that,” Pierce said slowly. “I kinda overslept, and I haven’t quite started on breakfast yet,” he confessed. She now had her hands on her slim hips, and Pierce thought she was only seconds away from cursing him out and going back home.
“Remember what I said...walk it like you talk it. Now, follow me, and I’ll whip something up real quick.”
“That’s not necessary. I’ll cook breakfast,” he argued.
“I’m not falling for that one again. You’re in charge of lunch. Sit down at the bar and prepare to be amazed,” she commanded, washing her hands in the deep stainless steel sink. “I didn’t get a chance to say it, but your house is lovely. I can’t wait to see the rest of it, especially the bedroom,” she said, sending Pierce a playful wink.
“You just don’t stop, do you?”
“Can’t stop, won’t stop, get guap. Ten white toes in them Tory flip flops,” Arianna sang. She looked up and saw the puzzled look on Pierce’s face.
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“You don’t have to ask,” Arianna reassured him, pulling out her phone to play “Icy Grl” while she gathered ingredients and searched for the waffle iron. She was only giving Pierce an introduction to how she began her mornings. Usually, there was twerking involved, but she knew he wasn’t ready for that yet.
“My waffles are missing something,” she muttered, stalking to the fridge.
“What are you looking for? Maybe I can be of assistance?”
“You can definitely be of assistance, but I found what I was looking for,” she said with a grin on her face. “You want some?” she offered.
“I do...but not on my waffle,” Pierce whispered.
An alarm blared in Arianna’s mind. This was not a drill. Time to do or die. Sink or swim. Risk it to get the biscuit. Put up or shut up. Walk it like you talk it, all that.
Arianna watched as Pierce slid their plates and drinks down the bar. “Climb up, and bring that whipped cream. I want to end breakfast on a sweet note.”
“That’s what the fruit is for,” Arianna countered.
Pierce smirked at the look of uncertainty on Arianna’s face. He would get some fruit, alright. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered.
Arianna sat on the bar top with her legs opened and Pierce up front and center. She watched as he slowly untied the belt around her robe and bit his lip to prevent himself from gasping.
Arianna panted once she felt Pierce’s large hands begin to roam her exposed skin. “What? You told me to roll out of bed and come in my pajamas, and this is what you picked out last night. I don’t know why you seem so shocked,”
“I’m shocked because your robe and your cartoon slippers gave off cute and cuddly vibes, and it didn’t prepare me for what was underneath,” he replied. He pinched one of her nipples, causing a whisper of a moan to escape her lips. He quirked a brow at Arianna's sensitivity and quickly squeezed the other one. Arianna leaned back on her elbows and allowed Pierce to continue to explore her body.
She didn’t know what he had in store for her, but she was ready to find out. He pulled her back up in a sitting position and expertly removed her bra, revealing her tiny erect nipples.
Arianna’s mouth gaped open, and her fingers threaded through his hair once his tongue made contact with her left nipple. He took his time swirling his tongue around her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and realized that Arianna was more sensitive than he initially thought. She was letting out these little pants of air and was so lost in lust that he didn’t believe that she noticed when he reached for her panties.
“Lift up,” Pierce demanded before paying equal attention to her right bud. Arianna nervously complied. Although she’d only known Pierce for 48 hours, she trusted him in a way and knew he wouldn’t go further than she was comfortable. “Arianna?”
“Yes?” she whimpered.
“Have you ever been eaten out before?” he asked, slipping her panties down her thighs, pass her knees until the flimsy lacy material silently hit the tiled floor.
Arianna shook her head furiously.
“Will you do me the honor and let me be your first?”