Morning Glory
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.
MarriageHeat.com 2018
I think the slow lovemaking in the early morning daylight hours is beautiful.
If I were so lucky, I don’t think I’d shower parts of myself all that carefully so that I could carry her scent with me throughout the day.
This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing
Three cheers for morning sex! Due to my heart problems we discovered that morning sex was the safest time for sex. My heart is rested in the morning so it can handle the exertions of sex better.
All day long we enjoy the warm sexy memories of our morning lovemaking. As retirees long morning sex sessions are very doable – since we don’t go to work.
Before we retired weekend morning sessions were common for us
I really loved your story. Your relationship is so beautiful. My wife also arches her back while orgasming. The higher the amplitude of her back off the bed, the more intense her orgasm!
The slow, comfortable tenderness of this scene both soothed and aroused me, and got me longing afresh for such experiences someday with my future husband. I loved your simple descriptions (settling into her, her arching her back in quiet orgasm, you releasing your stream into her); sometimes less is more! Thank you for sharing this! I had to favorite it because it was so peacefully erotic.
So sweetly and deeply sensuous! Written from delightful experience and tenderness – shown to each other. I could feel the sexual unity, the bliss, the joy of your oneness as you blessed each other and came together.