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The sound of my phone is going off; it feels like its right in my ear. ?Who the hell is calling me so damn early?!? I growl to myself, as I roll over, not even looking at the screen and answer. ?Who?s dead, or dying? This best be important.? ?Good morning to you to, Sunshine.? I hear him chuckle, I can almost see his smile. I bolt right up and look at the time. Its 8:30 in the morning and Mr. Hottie is giving me a*wake-up*call. I can?t help but smile. ?Well, good morning to you, Harris.? ?Are we not a morning person?? He sounds so cheeky, I want to slap him. I yawn, and fall back into my pillows. ?No, not after a 10 hour shift on a Saturday night, I?m not.? It?s been only been two days since I met Harris, and I can?t get him off my mind. I wonder why he?s calling so early though. I sink further into my covers, wanting sleep. ?Oh, that?s a shame. I was hoping we could maybe have an early brunch. It?s a beautiful day. We could talk about the plans for the wedding. If you?re still coming, that is.? ?I?ll be ready in an hour! Of course I want to still come.? ?That?s great. I?ll meet you at The Espresso Room in a bit.? ?You will. See you soon.? I hang up, and let out a silly girly squeal, and dash out of bed. I jump into the shower, washing away last night?s work shift. I come back into my room and sift through all my clothes. What am I going to wear? I haven?t been on a date in forever. Is it odd, I?m going on a date, to talk about a later date? I giggle, and decide on jeans and a tight tank top, with a light sweater to go over it. I leave my hair down, since it?s always up for work. It hangs loose down past my shoulders. I throw on some ballet shoes and grab my keys. I only live two blocks from the*Café*so I decide to walk. The day is absolutely beautiful. The birds are tweeting, there is no breeze, the sun is shining, the skies are clear. What a perfect Sunday. I reach the*Café*and walk in. I come here all the time, and get a few hellos from a few people. I spot Harris in the corner as he waves me over. ?I hope I*didn't*keep you too long.? ?No, not at all, Grace. I just got here myself. I*didn't*order since I don?t know what you like. I just grabbed a table instead.? ?Always Chocolate Dalmatian in the morning.? I grin a cheeky grin at him. He looks at me with a ?If you say so? smile, and goes to order for the both of us. I sit, and admire his ass end from the table. He?s in faded jeans, and a black pull over. He turns as if he knows I?m looking çankaya escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) at him and he laughs. I blush and look away, pretending to not be staring at his ass. He comes back over, with our drinks. I see he is simple and has only ordered an ice coffee. I take my Chocolate Dalmatian and delight in it right away. A Chocolate Dalmatian is a white chocolate mocha, topped with Java chip and chocolate chip. It?s a nice treat in the morning. So good! I catch Mr. Hottie watching me. ?What?? I ask simply. ?I?m just enjoying the view, you know, like you were.? I near choke on my drink, not thinking he had seen me watching him. I can only give him a small smile. We drink our drinks in silences for a short bit, before he finally breaks it. ?You know, you don?t have to go with me to the wedding. I know its last minute.? ?Are you dis-asking me to the wedding, Harris?? I say with a cheeky smile. ?No! Of course not. I just don?t want you to think you have to go.? ?I know I don?t, I want too though.? ?Wonderful. The wedding is next Saturday, at 2:00 pm.? ?That works wonderfully for me.? We finish our drinks and decide to have a small breakfast. Though food*isn't*what I?m hungry for. I think about a few nights ago and what it felt like to wrap my lips around his cock. I loved the taste of him and wanted more. I lose myself in thought and don?t hear Harris say anything. ?Grace, you with me?? He asks a little concern in his voice. ?Huh? What? Yes, I?m sorry; I drifted into a day dream.? ?I?ll forgive you, if you tell me what it was about.? I feel the heat in my face warm, blushing to the core. I look down at my fingers, picking at my muffin. ?I ? I was just wondering what I?m going to wear to the wedding.? I lie, recovering quickly, not wanting to tell him what was really going on through my mind. He looks at me and smiles. I can?t tell if he believes me or not. He goes on to tell me the wedding is a bit fancy, his mum going over the top. I think to myself a shopping trip is in coming up. I?m sure Tara will come with me. He asks me if I fancy a walk with him around the park. I want as much time with him, I agree to go. The longer I spend with him, the more I want to know of him. The park is only about five minutes from the Café so we walk over. * We dive in and begin sharing our lives with one another. He tells me he has three sisters, two older and one younger. He?s close with his family, and likes to spend what time rus escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/rus-escort/) he can with them.*They've*always been a close nit family. He tells me he*hasn't*been living on his own for very long, that it was hard to get a job. He works at the airport, as a security guard. He tells me about his last relationship, and how it ended three months ago. They were together for about eight months and she cheated on him throughout the entire relationship. He found out by one of the guys she tried to hook up with and when he confronted her, she admitted it. He left her, and*hasn't*looked back since. I go on to tell him about how I ended up at the restaurant, and have been there for three years. It?s a second home to me. I tell him about my family, and how I have just a mum, and a younger brother that I?m close too. I even go into the breakup of me and my ex. I don?t normally tell people, but he was being so open with me, I did the same. * We walk around the park for about an hour before I ask him if he?d like to come back to my place. He agrees, and we go to my place. I do silent thanks that I had cleaned up the day before. When we head up to my second floor flat, it opens to my large open living room. It only takes him long enough for the door to click shut before he pulls me into his arms. Our lips meet, and that spark I felt two days ago is brighter than ever. I let out a soft moan, he kisses me deep. His hands are moving to remove my sweater, lifting it up over my head. He removes his pull over just as quickly, along with his t-shirt. His chest is warm like the sun, as he leans into me. My perked nipples are hard against his chest as he leans in kissing me again. He lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds me close to him. ?Where?s your bedroom, Grace?? He asks with such a hungry need it shoots deep into my core. ?To the left, that way.? I nod towards the far end of the living room, as he strolls that way. He kicks my door open, which is nearly closed. He makes the way to my bed and lets me fall down onto it. He kicks off his shoes, and begins to undo his belt and removes his jeans with a swift movement. He smiles a cheeky grin down at me, lifting my right foot, and sliding off my ballet shoe. He does the same with the left one. I unbutton my jeans for him, before he slides them off. I bite my bottom lip, as he runs his fingers over my lace panties. He gets on his knees at the end of the bed, scooting me closer eryaman escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) to the edge and kisses my inner thigh. His fingers skim over my underside, lifting my butt for him; he takes a hold of my panties and pulls them off gently. I can feel heat in the deepest parts of my core boiling. Once my panties are off, he runs his fingers over my legs and up over my belly, pushing my shirt upwards. ?Take it off, Grace.? He demands, letting the C in my name drag out. I sit up, pulling my tank top off; I toss it to the side. I do the same with my bra; my nipples are like hard diamonds. I roll my palms over them, working them into tighter buds. His lips work up towards my pulsating core, his tongue finds my clit. It?s stiff, and ready to be used. He takes it, and sucks on it hard. I jump, and let out a yelp. His jaw grinds as he keeps going, sucking on it deeply, and his tongue darting at the tip of my clit. My hips gyrate along with his pace. The buildup of wanting him all day gets to me quickly, his mouth is like magic. I shudder a moan of bliss, accepting the desire for him. His hands under my bum again, lifting me closer and dives his tongue into my tight pussy. His nose grinds against my clit perfectly. The way he twists his tongue inside me, makes me whimper out his name in joyous delight. The convulsive release explodes into a thousand pieces, the incredible power of the climax sings through my body with a force. He climbs up next to me, lazily pulling me into his arms, kissing my forehead. I run a figure eight over his chest and stomach lightly, his own fingers trace over my back. Our naked bodies pressed into each other, my heart racing. I look up at him, deep into his blue eyes. He smiles a sheepish smile at me, licking his lips. I shiver lightly, knowing he can still taste me. ?Is that what you call brunch?? I ask, in a cheeky tone. ?It?s most defiantly what I call brunch, or any kind of meal.*I've*wanted to do that since the other night.? ?You can have all you want, with a tongue like yours, anytime.? ?I?ll remember that, Grace.? He hisses out the C the sexy way he does, as he leans down to kiss my lips. I can even taste myself on him. We spend the next few hours talking, and growing closer. It feels like a time speed zipping through us, how close we?re becoming. The afternoon drifts closer to evening. I know I have work, and have to get ready. I let out a sigh and tell him. He smiles down at me, telling me he has to work a twelve hour shift himself at midnight tonight. He has to get a small nap in before his shift. He?s been putting in extra work so he can have the time off for the wedding. We say our goodbyes, promising he?ll call me tomorrow evening. I make my way to work with an extra bounce in my step.