My Javi

A few hours later, I wake up with a dry mouth. I slowly disengage myself from Javi’s arms so I don’t wake him; walking while hung over isn’t the easiest for me since I’m super clumsy. I go down to the kitchen to grab some orange juice, take more Tumeric, eat a little bit of crispy bacon and grab a few bottles of water before I head back upstairs.

I see that Javi’s still sleeping so I hop in the shower, brush my teeth and I start feeling more human. I go downstairs to see what I can do for breakfast for Javi. I’m far from being a cook but I start with making sausage, bacon, chocolate chip pancakes and blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs. As I’m making waffles, Javi comes down the stairs…..I hadn’t remembered that he left some of his clothes here the last time he was here a few years ago. He leans down, kissing me on my cheek, drawing me in for a hug.

“Morning,” I say, mumbling into his chest, smelling his wonderful cologne. “How did you sleep? Hope you don’t mind that I made some of my favorite hang over foods.”

“Hey, beautiful,” Javi says. “Slept great; feeling a little hung over. I’ll take some of that turmeric as I eat. Glad you made so much! Waffles and blueberry pancakes are my favorite hang over foods. Thanks for cooking!”

“Beautiful?” I ask blushing. “Hardly!! No problem; hope you’re hungry. If there’s anything left over, take it home with you but leave the bacon! That’s for me!”

“Yeah, you’re beautiful, baby doll!” he said. “You’re in it just for the meat, huh? Me and the bacon!”

We laugh and dig into breakfast, barely talking. Once he tells me that he’s full, I start packing up the food to send him home with but keep most of the bacon for myself. I stuff everything into my booze filled fridge, run up to my room to grab last night’s clothes and the sheets to wash, the bottles for recycling when Javi stops me.

“Babe. What are you doing?” he asks. “I don’t mind the mess. It’s your disorganized mess and it works for you. Just because I’m organized doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m kinda embarrassed,” I admitted. “I’m afraid that in my drunken haze that I said something embarrassing.”

“Other than you wanting me to give up my apartment and move in with you? You’re fine,” Javi said. “You said nothing that you should be embarrassed by!”

I must’ve looked more relieved than I thought so he brought me over to the couch, stripped the both of us of our clothes, helped me lay down on the couch, spread my legs and entered my dripping wet center with his gorgeously perfect – and delicious – cock. He always feels amazing when he’s inside of me and he knows I can’t stop screaming his name when we have sex