2 ᴀᴍ Bliss (L)

This story contains explicit language (L).

“My beloved is mine, and I am his.” – Song of Solomon 2:16

Timothy is the most unexpected yet incredible thing to ever happen to me. Sometimes I can only stare at him, wondering, “How did this actually happen? How did two people so evenly matched find each other in this wide weird world of ours?” This union is truly from the LORD, and I am forever grateful to HIM. Before we were married, our individual time zones separated us by six hours. It was then that I coined the phrase, “For this man, I am prepared to lose sleep.” Once we removed the international barrier, that phrase remained a part of us.

It’s been almost eight weeks since my husband came home. The initial excitement of having Timothy home again never died down, and we are still enjoying the spoils of being together. We didn’t really fall back into a routine as such. Because of the pandemic and certain countries still limiting travel, 2020 has been a different one for us, work-wise. Our mornings and daily routines are more relaxed, and lots of work happens from our laptops in the comfort of our home. Sleeping late, waking up in the wee hours of the morning just to be together, and spending long hours in bed talking and enjoying each other’s naked bodies has become almost a sacred ritual for us. We have both always had a great appreciation for our intimacy, and our shared desire to continually explore our sexuality makes life all the more exciting. This precious husband of mine truly understands me; it almost feels like we should’ve been together since the beginning.

An early morning gym session for Timothy left me home alone. I woke to find myself completely aroused, craving my husband’s naked body. My fingertips found and slowly caressed my hardened nipples, and as I started to feel nice, touching my pussy became almost a must. I lay there, thinking about having Timothy go inside me and feeling my fingers over my now very swollen clit. I rubbed fast and then slowed down the pace again. My juices smelled amazing, and I couldn’t help but give myself a little taste; it tantalized me. I started touching my pussy again, and within minutes, I had an amazing cum. I lay there feeling nice all over and drifted off into a deep sleep.

What felt like moments later, Timothy came home to find me still in bed. He kissed me on the forehead, and I open my eyes to find my beautiful husband beside me.

“Having a lovely sleep-in, babe?” Timothy asked. I just smiled and nodded my head as he kissed me again.

Timothy proceeded to tell me all he had planned for the day: a trip to the local hardware, fixing the pool drainage system, and a quick grocery shop for tonight’s dinner.

I lay there thinking, “Oh, my beautiful husband, that’s all good and well, but I really want you today.”

We had our morning coffee and got on with the business of the day. I made my way to my laptop, but I could not stop thinking about my morning self-love session and how much I needed to be close to Timothy. My mind started to wander, and I found it really hard to concentrate on the report waiting to be written. Somehow, I waded through almost four hours of work. Starting to feel peckish, I sent my husband a text message asking if he’d be home for lunch.

Timothy texted back, saying that I should go ahead and eat something because he wouldn’t make it home anytime soon.

I felt a tad disappointed; just a touch from Timothy is all I really wanted. As I ate my lunch, my mind started to wander again. I started to feel really nice once more, and I could almost feel the wetness in my panty when my phone gave off a message beep.

It was Timothy, telling/asking me if it’s okay if John and Marg come over for dinner tonight. John and Marg are a fellow ministry couple. Timothy ran into John at the hardware. Although they are such good friends to us, I would have rather not had them over tonight. Still, I reluctantly agreed, my hope for a little steamy session with my husband slowly diminishing.

We made our way through a lovely dinner with great friends, loosely making plans to take a mission trip to South East Asia together. John and Marg left rather late, but we end the night feeling excited about getting back into active missions. Timothy and I retired to our bedroom with grateful hearts for what the LORD has entrusted us with.

I headed into the bathroom to remove my makeup, returning to find Timothy already fast asleep. How had my husband and I gotten so out of sync today? All I had wanted was to feel Timothy’s dark cock go inside of me. Climbing into bed beside him, I looked at his beautiful face, still really wanting him yet not brave enough to wake him. Instead, I touched my pussy a little as I dropped off to sleep.

I awoke around 2 a.m. for a pee. I noticed my pee looked brown, an indicator that my period loomed near. That didn’t deter me a bit from wanting to be close to Timothy, though. I got back into bed, cuddled up next to him, and started touching his cock over his pajamas.

Timothy responded with a “Hmmm…”

I continue touching my husband until he came fully on board with what I wanted. As I helped him out of his pj’s, I told him how I’d wanted him all day.

Timothy replied, “Oh, babe, why didn’t you say anything? You know I don’t ever want to leave you wanting.”

“Well,” I said, “now is the time to make up for the missed opportunity.”

We started kissing each other slowly and intensely as our naked bodies enjoyed rubbing up against each other. I pulled away from a long, sweaty kiss and told Timothy, “I need you to go inside of me—I don’t want to wait any longer.” Although my mind was set on a quick, deep fuck, Timothy had his own ideas. I lay there on my back, waiting for my husband to take charge.

Timothy lay close up against my side, his fingers starting to play softly with my wet, swollen clit. He knew just where to touch me and how to take me to the edge. I felt beside myself, going crazy and almost tasting the cum on its way, but still, Timothy teased me.

“Do you want me to go inside your pussy now, babe, or can you wait a little longer?”

“No love, I REALLY cannot wait.”

Timothy replied, “C’mon, babe, let me take you to the edge one more time. You can cum in a minute.” My husband’s strong yet gentle fingers glided in and out of my pussy with the promise of an imminent fuck. Soon, Timothy positioned himself over me, gently slid the head of his now-engorged cock into my wanting pussy, and pushed slowly and steadily into me. The smell of our love juices hung in the air. Timothy thrust into me effortlessly, and my cum bubbled so close to the surface.

“Leah, you’ve been a bad girl,” Timothy crooned, “wanting to fuck all day and not telling your husband. That was terribly naughty. What am I going to do with you?”

I lay there, mustering a smile but eager for my husband to get on with it. Timothy continued to glide in and out of me, tease me, and tell me what a beautiful fuck I am until I couldn’t take it anymore. It felt like I would burst. I told Timothy in an almost demanding voice, “I want to cum now.”

Thrusting into me with all his might, Timothy said, “When you’re ready, babe, I want to cum with you.”

“NOW!” I replied.

Timothy went in for the kill—hard, fast, and very deep. Together we erupted, then both collapsed from the most amazingly intense orgasm. We kissed some more, and Timothy joked, “Wow, babe, you really NEEDED that.”

I lay there almost listless, thinking, “If you only knew…”

Timothy slowly pulled out of me and reached over to the bedside lamp. Looking down, he noticed specks of blood all over his cock and said, “Oh, your period is close! That explains a lot.” As Timothy snuggled into me, I basked in intense satisfaction. The thought recurred: “For this man, I am prepared to lose sleep.”