We are morning lovers.
Don’t get me wrong; we will never say no to any opportunity that presents itself in the afternoon or evening. But there is something about the start of the new day—the opportunity to start it off right, and to watch my wife in the daylight.
And honestly during the rest of the day, it is nice to think of her going about her day after being in the throes of passion. Our secret.
On this morning, before going to work, we were in bed, almost fully awake. She was cuddled next to me, her head on my chest, one hand on my stomach, my arms around her.
“When was the last time we made love?” she whispered. “I know you would know.”
I did.
“Last Saturday night after dinner,” I replied.
“Too long ago,” she said. “We need to change that.” My wife slid her hand underneath my shorts. “Let’s see what else is awake,” she said, grabbing my semi-erection.
Her expert touch and stroke quickly had it awake and at full staff. I kicked off my underwear and rolled over.
I knelt down on either side of her legs and slid her panties down and off her feet. My wife spread her legs, and I touched her private entrance where the wetness had started to form. I raised her body up so I could take off her t-shirt, then gently laid her down and began to plant soft, slow kisses on her mouth, neck, and shoulders. My hands massaged her breasts and nipples, following the massage with kisses and sucking of the same areas. My wife ran her hands through my hair and massaged my back, her legs hooked around mine.
We could have done that for hours, but eventually, we both stopped and gazed at each other. My wife gently stroked one side of my face with one hand, and with her other hand, she guided me once again into her sacred chamber. I settled into her.
All lovemaking with her is special, but the morning passion is different. It’s slower and sensual. We can watch each other. We are not rushed or exhausted by the day.
We stayed motionless as we enjoyed each other’s presence; me inside her, and her surrounding me. I again gently kissed her and began to move in rhythm. We held onto each other’s arms. Our eyes were locked together as I began to move faster. We started to breathe quicker, and our whispered words to each other turned into soft moans.
Finally, my wife arched her back and closed her eyes. She uttered an “Ohhhh” of pleasure as the passion washed over her.
That was too much for me, and I groaned and released my stream into her. I slumped into her arms and shuddered as the last drops escaped me.
My wife held me in a protective hug as I recovered. After a few minutes, I rose up and kissed her again as I eventually slipped out of her.
We kissed one final time and smiled before we disengaged and began a new day—a day that was already a good one.
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