It never ceases to amaze me the things you can learn from a lover. A lover that binds you with their constant affection and devotion with heart.
It never ceases to amaze me how loving he is. Even as I look at him in this clouded mirror one early morning while brushing my teeth. I feel his hands upon my waist, then my stomach drifting to my thigh. Sending chills down my spine that I haven’t felt since I was a little girl. Soft lips nibbling on the flesh of my neck, a known weak spot. Transitions of bites, kisses and licks on that tender flesh. I could feel my intention swelling inside me, congregating between my legs. The wetness of my pussy denied concealment by the underwear I was missing. My husband’s palm snakes it’s way up my body to the small of my back.
Wham!!! My nipples sampling the coldness of the marble from the counter top. His manhood drifting on the side of my inner left thigh, up to the warmness of my fold. He glides it against my entrance like a paintbrush to canvas. My artist. Effortlessly he slips inside my tight pussy, giving me a fullness that I ache for. His strokes are aggressive and primal. So much so that moans leave my lips impregnating the air with my lustful howls. I gaze up to the mirror watching his body shift forward and backward. But his gaze is downward. Taking in the sight of his cock coated with my affection.
I meet his thrust with an impulse to feel more of him venturing inside me. Exploring my most delicate places. The constant slapping of his thighs to my firm ass are like music to my ears. Enough to ignite the inferno inside me that wishes to be doused by his seed. Our breaths became labored signaling the beginning of our climax. A final moan into the dome shaped sink and I’m spent. And just like that he erupts inside of me, decorating my walls with his warm seed. Slowly he retreats out of me leaving the remains of him to drip out of me and onto the floor. I cherish the feeling of his cum flowing from me and down my legs. My husband takes several steps back to admire his masterpiece, then he returns to his slumber.
It’s one way to start the morning!
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