Morning Coffee

~Elena~

I laid on my bed, fast asleep when suddenly, I began to feel something cold and soft against my warm bare thighs. I stirred softly, furrowing my brows. I thought it was going to stop, but it didn’t.

It began to move up and into my inner thighs. My eyes slowly opened and as I looked down, to my surprise, it was Mr. Richard, bare chested, staring at my body like a hungry lion, ready to devour its prey. His hands were beneath my short lingerie. 

“Mr…” His finger met my lips, cutting me off. 

“Shhh!” He whispered, and without letting me think, he slowly grabbed onto my pantie and began to pull them off. While he did this, he kept eye contact with me, watching as my chest rose and fell heavily. I lifted my knees off the bed, letting him slid my underwear completely off with ease. 

He reached for my feet and raised one of them, planting soft kisses and still maintaining eye contact which made my breath shudder. I let out a soft moan as he moved up my feet to my thighs. I threw my head backward and bit my lower lip. 

I could feel the trail his tongue was leaving on my skin. In no time, he reached into the depths of my thighs and I gasped. He took me in, boldly and unapologetically, like I was his favorite childhood icecream. 

My back automatically arched, one of my hands grabbed the pillow beneath my head, and the other grabbed his silky, silver hair. My eyes rolled up under my eyelids as I began to rock my hips against his face, wanting more of the wetness of his mouth. 

“Ahh…” I moaned sofly. “Uhmm.” I licked and bit on my lower lips. And all of a sudden, he stopped, making me open my eyes and look at him. 

“Say my name.” He whispered against my dripping hole, shooting me a menacing look. 

My face turned red. “Mr. Richard.” I moaned and as if I gave him permission to go further, he buried his face in me again, this time harder and slurpier. 

“F**k!” I moaned loudly.

With a loud gasp, my eyes jerked open and I was greeted by the stillness in my room, my hands clutching onto my duvet. 

I looked at my window and saw it was morning already. There was no Mr. Richard in my bed. I grabbed my head in my hands and shut my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. 

‘And now I am having wet dream about him?’ I thought, ‘What the hell is wrong with me?!’

I moved my hand into my panties and just as I had expected, I was dripping wet. “This is so embarrassing!” I muttered as I yanked the duvet off my body and walked to my restroom to wash up. 

I cleaned up, ditched my lingerie and slid into one of the oversized shirts in my closet. I needed my morning coffee to kickstart my day, and who knows? Maybe help me feel better about myself after having the nastiest night ever. 

I got to the first floor and headed straight to the kitchen. I began to brew my coffee and the aroma filled the quiet kitchen. My mind wandered again… Mr. Richard. 

I sighed heavily and looked to the side. My forehead wrinkled as I saw Mr. Richard sitting at a slightly dark corner in the dining room, his glasses on and the screen of his iPad, providing light to his face. 

My breathing ceased for a minute as I hastily looked away, my eyes widening, “He didn’t go home last night?” I mumbled to myself, slowly turning back to look at him. And this time, he was staring right at me. 

I forced on a smile. “Good morning, Mr. Richard.” I greeted and continued making my coffee. 

He smiled and waved at me, “Good morning Elena. I hope you had a great sleep.” He answered and I scoffed softly. 

“Right, with your tongue on my clits.” I muttered to myself, before turning back to look at him. My coffee was done and I carried my mug and approaching the dining area. “Yes, I did, thank you. I didn’t know you were still around.” I set down my mug and pulled back a chair.

“Well, your father refused to let me out again in the storm.” He chuckled, keeping his iPad aside and paying full attention to me. 

I smiled faintly and lowered my head as I took a sip. Then I remembered, I didn’t offer to help him make a cup of coffee too. “Ermm, do you care for one too?” I asked, and he shook his head, still smiling. 

“I helped myself already.” He answered, lifting a glass of lemon water. “I think I am past the early-morning coffee stage.” He chuckled, taking a sip from his juice. 

“Hmm.” I nodded. I let out a deep breath and looked at him again. “I just want to say thank you for helping me out yesterday. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up.” 

“I am just glad you are safe.” He smiled, and the image of his face in my dream flashed in my mind, causing me to clench my jaw and fake a grin. “I guess I came back to town at the perfect time.” 

“Yes, you did.” I nodded with a giggle, sipping my coffee again. I went quiet for a while and I could feel his gaze on my body, as if seeing through my facade. “How was Spain?” I asked, hoping to lighten the tensed atmosphere. 

“Spain was beautiful and beneficial.” He answered with a nod. “Business is doing beautifully well.” 

“So why did you come back?” I asked, and he shrugged. 

“Well, I have gained more business ideas over the years that I believe would be profitable here in the US too. But that wasn’t all, I missed home and her people, had to come back.” He explained. 

I leaned forward, resting my chest on my palm as I listened to him talk. “And will you be going back soon?” I further asked, and he scrunched up his nose. 

“Hmm… nah. I don’t think so. At least not for now.” He shook his head, “There are so many things to get done down here.” 

“Cool,” I smiled, “and your wife?” the question fell out of my mouth before I could caution myself. 

I saw him hesitate and swallow hard. I instantly regretted asking in the first place, but I remained silent, waiting for his response. For some reason, I was very curious about that. Even though I had my suspicion about how things went down, I wanted to hear him say it. 

“That ended a long time ago, Elena. Even before I left for Spain.” He answered, forcing a smile as he reached for his glass again. 

“I am so sorry.” I replied with sympathy, “I had no idea.” 

“I know,” he answered almost immediately, “You were just a child when it happened. It’s a long time anyway.” 

“Hmm.” I nodded again. “And your son…” I narrowed my gaze, trying to recall his name. 

“Julian.” 

“Yes! Julian.” I answered as it clicked a memory in my head. Julian and I were never close. Around the time I lost my mother, he moved across states with his mother so we never really had a chance to be friends. However, we kind of knew each other from a distance. 

“Julian is fine. He should be done with college soon.” He answered with a proud smile. “And that reminds me, what about you? How’s school? What are you up to?” He asked, genuinely curious. 

I chuckled and shrugged, “Nothing really exciting. I am in my junior year, studying literature.” 

“Literature?” He raised his brows, “Everything about literature is exciting, Elena.” 

My face instantly lit up as he said that. ‘Is he a literature lover too?’ 

“I used to be a chronic literature lover back when I was younger. From Novels, to poetry, to history, name it. But now, I have switched my focus to more business books because money has to be made.” He laughed softly. 

A wide smile spread across my face as I watched him speak. ‘Could he be anymore perfect?’

Approaching footsteps jolted me out of my thoughts, it was my father, fully dressed, ready for work. “Hey! You’re up.” His voice was full of life as he planted a kiss on my head. 

He walked up to Mr. Richard and they both smacked their palms together in a firm handshake. It wasn’t my first time seeing them do that. 

“I am running late already.” He said adjusting his suit. “I’ll see you tonight, baby.” 

“But I need you to please take me to the phone store to get a phone. I can’t spend the whole day without one.” I answered with a rush, my words tumbling out with impatience as I stood up. 

“Baby, I am sorry, but not until I get back from the office.” He answered gently and stared moving away. “Or… Richard can take you on his way out, right, Rich?” He pointed to Mr. Richard and he nodded in agreement without hesitation. 

“Sure. It’s no big deal.” He answered. 

“You are the best, brother!” My father answered as he took long, hurried steps towards the door. I sighed deeply and looked at Mr. Richard who was smiling softly at me. 

‘Now I have to spend more time with him!’