A Fiery Night

He woke up slowly and reached over to hug her closer to him. His eyes opened when his arms searched the bed next to him only to find emptiness. He furled his brow and got out of bed, worried. He grabbed a t shirt from his closet and pulled on a pair of boxers. He smiled as he saw her in the kitchen, dressed only his button up shirt. It hung loosely over her petite frame and hung down to her knees. He noticed her shapely calves and her thighs peeked out from underneath the hem as she leaned over to get something. She was humming softly and her tousled hair fell in loose glossy waves over her slender shoulders. He walked up carefully behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She gasped at first, surprised at his presence but the she let herself sink into his arms. “What are you doing up so early Ms. Halliwell?” She grinned and turned around in his arms. “It’s eight in the morning sleepy head.” She tossed her head back and smiled. He loved the way her hair fell around her. “I’m usually up around six thirty because of Wyatt. Anyway, I figured I’d make you breakfast but um, you don’t really have any food.” She gestured towards the fridge and raised her eyebrows. He shrugged goofily. “So, I made pancakes from scratch.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, but I can’t promise they’re any good. I mean, you didn’t really have any …” Her voice trailed off as he nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. He knew what he wanted for breakfast and it wasn’t pancakes. He slipped his shirt off on one shoulder and trailed kisses all along her collarbone. She closed her eyes and moaned faintly. “Are … are y-you sure you’re n-not hungry?” she asked breathily. “Starving.” He growled and slipped his hand under the shirt and slid it up her thigh. She instinctively lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. He caressed her upper leg and then held her behind firmly with his large hands. She moaned, a little louder, as he squeezed her. Her hands reached up and cupped the back of his neck caressing him softly. He tingled with excitement. They were kissing now. Their tongues exploring each other, tangling and plunging. With his other hand he grabbed the backside of her other thigh and lifted her up to him. She wrapped her legs around him and he took two steps across the kitchen and set her on the counter. Now he slid his hand in between her thighs and felt her warm moistness waiting for him. He slipped two fingers inside and he felt her clench his shirt. He explored inside her and heard her moan. Slowly he exited her and brought his fingers to his lips. She tasted sweet and inviting. Their lips meshed again and this time Piper began to coax the waistband of his boxers down. She reached down and felt his hard girth. She ached to have him inside her once more. He groaned as she caressed his manhood. Pumping her hand slowly. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her. Quickly, he pulled her hips towards him and thrust himself deep inside her. She moaned loudly as she felt him enter her. She tightened her legs around him and pulled him closer. He propped up one hand against the cabinet behind her and the other held her waist tightly. She clung to him as he pumped her harder. He sucked on her neck as he pumped and she groaned in pleasure. His hot breath against her made her tingle. With every thrust she felt a jolt of electricity course through her. She clenched her jaw as he pumped harder but her guttural moans escaped. She arched her back to his thrusts and leaned her head against the cabinet, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She clenched the side of the countertop tightly, groaning as his pumping became fiercer. Thrust after thrust, she moaned as he took her harder and faster. He grunted from the exertion. Her legs were tightly wrapped around him as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper. Her breathing was becoming ragged and quick and he could feel her nails in his back. His grunts were becoming louder and faster to match his thrusts. He could feel her hips rise and fall to match the rhythm of his pumping. Harder and faster. Her moans were wild and he continued faster. Pumping her hard. She clutched his sweat soaked shirt and clung to the counter top moaning with each thrust. He was taking her hard. Faster, and faster. He held her waist and pulled her closer to him as he entered her deeper. “Oh god.” She moaned as he pumped faster inside her. She was close. Thrust after thrust. She whimpered in delight. Faster. He groaned as he approached the peak. Thrusting. Faster. He held her tightly as his thrusts quickened. She moaned louder. He growled as he pumped her. Hard. She lifted her head from the cabinet and clung to him for dear life as he approached the peak. Faster. Faster. She bit his shoulder and he groaned in pleasure. She was almost there. He could feel it. Pumping. Faster. Each thrust brought them both closer. Faster. Harder. He was pumping with all his might. She moaned with every movement. Faster and faster. Her nails were digging into his back. Faster. He was on the brink. Faster. Her toes curled in pleasure. Faster. He braced himself on the countertop. Faster. One of them moaned “Oh god.” Harder. She was so close. Faster. He pumped with all his might and with a cry of delight he brought her over the edge. He joined her moments later and his thrusts slowed to a steady beat, prolonging the ecstasy. Their breathing was short and ragged and he could feel her pulsing, tight around him. Finally, weary and satisfied he pulled out and they collapsed exhausted to the kitchen floor.