Josh spent the early morning hours simply enjoying the warmth of Layla's presence, listening to her gentle breathing and the occasional soft murmur as she slept. Eventually, the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, and he knew they couldn't stay hidden away forever.

With a final, lingering kiss to her forehead, he carefully disentangled himself from her sleepy form and slipped out of bed. He padded silently to the kitchen to start brewing coffee and preparing breakfast, hoping to coax her awake with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and something delicious cooking on the stove.

As Layla finally stirred and opened her eyes, she found herself greeted by the tantalizing scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon. Her stomach growled in protest at being neglected for so long, and she sat up groggily.

Josh appeared in the doorway, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in her disheveled appearance. "Good morning, beautiful," he purred, holding out a steaming cup of coffee. "I hope you're hungry."

"Oh, I think I can handle that," he says, his voice low and husky. "Don't worry about it being soap or not... if you want me to lick between your legs, then I'm going to do a thorough job of making sure everything is clean." He smirks, leaning in closer until their bodies are almost touching. "And trust me... you taste delicious even when I know there's nothing but soap on you."

His tongue darts out, tracing the shape of your slit before dipping lower to flick against your clit. He sucks gently on the sensitive nub, feeling you tremble in his grasp as he begins to worship your body with his mouth. One hand cups your ass, holding you steady for him while the other moves up to fondle a breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"That's it," he whispers against your skin, "Let me taste you... let me make you feel good."