Morning Love

My husband, Ricky, woke me up by stroking my neck. It was about 5 in the morning. The kids were still asleep. We had

about 2 hours before the older children had to be awake for school. I turned over and looked into his eyes, he was now stroking my face gently. He leaned in and kissed me intensely. My body responded face was getting hot, my pulse was speeding up, and there was that deep, hungry, needy feeling in the pit of my stomach. He intertwined his fingers in my hair and gently pulled on it. I love it when he does that! I rolled on top of him, our lips never separating. We both were breathing heavily. I straddled him and sat up. He lifted up his arms and I slid his T-shirt off. Ricky is a fireman, so he has to workout a lot, and with the job comes a great body. I slowly slid my hands down his well defined chest and arms. I took off my own night gown so we were both just in our underwear. I leaned down and kissed and sucked the side of his neck (he likes this).

“I love you.” He whispered in my ear.

So I whispered back, “Usted es el dueño de mi corazón y mi alma, mi amado.” Which, when translated means, “You are the owner of my heart and my soul, my beloved.”

We parted just long enough to remove what was left of our clothing and then we were back to our original position. He guided himself into me slowly. We both moaned as he entered me. Having him inside me made me feel complete. I began to grind my hips back and forth. I bent down for a kiss. He grabbed quickly and with some sort of animalistic growl, he flipped me on my back. He manipulated my legs to where he wanted them and went back into me. It turns me on when he gets kind of aggressive like that. With each thrust, we grew more desperate and the pleasure got better and better.

“No se detenga! (Don’t stop!)” I moaned with what breath I had left.

And he didn’t. He pumped long, hard, rhythmic thrusts. I didn’t know if I could handle the intense pleasure. I felt my whole body tighten. I had forgotten how to breathe and my head was getting dizzy. Ricky’s face was red and his veins were popping out in his arms, chest, and neck.

“Are you ready?” he asked me.

“Yes.” I said longingly.

He positioned himself on top of me and entered me once again and began to thrust hard and fast. For some reason, I have the best orgasms in this position and when he goes fast and hard. The sound of our flesh coming together was arousing. I saw the look in my husband’s face that secretly tells me that he is about to orgasm.

“Voy a correrme! (I’m going to cum!)”  he said.

I felt him swell and then release himself. His seed shot to the back of me and that’s when I came. We held each other while our heart rates slowed down. Basking in the afterglow of love making. We were both satisfied. Everyday, I thank the Father for my Ricky and creating this beautiful thing. It’s an act so simple and yet so glorious and sacred.

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4 replies
  1. Lovinghusband says:

    Beautiful start to a day! Thank you for your story Alejandra. May God continue to bless your marriage and family! I look forward to more of your stories.

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