A Better Morning

It’s a Thursday morning. We had just returned late Sunday from a trip to see family. The week was full of re-settling, processing conversations with family, and getting back into the grind. The alarm went off at 6:00am.

We have a routine. My alarm goes off at 6:00, hers is set for 6:15. It’s not about the “snooze,” it’s about the snuggle. We’ve been married over 35 years. We know it’s not realistic to sleep intertwined like young lovers. I kick the covers off. She wraps the covers around her so she’s tucked in tight. From 6:00 to 6:15 each morning, her naked body is tucked in under my arm. Her warm breasts press into my cool skin. Sometimes, her hand wraps around my morning erection. We may sleep. We may not. It’s about the connection. That’s how we face each morning.

Her alarm goes off, and we get up to start our Thursday. I head to the shower. She heads to the kitchen. I shave in the shower, and scrub the previous day off of my skin. After drying, cleaning my ears, brushing teeth, trimming nose hairs, and whatever other self-care I need, I walk naked & clean from the bathroom into the bedroom. She’s wrapped tightly in her fuzzy robe sitting on our leather loveseat with a steaming cup of coffee beside her. As she says “Taupe is the tastiest color.” She takes a sip of her warm taupe nectar and looks up at my clean naked body. I like that smile. “You’re all scrubby clean.” she says.

“Yep. Everywhere.” my hopeful reply.

Another part of our morning routine is to sit on that leather loveseat, intertwined, to pray together. We pray for each other. We pray for our kids. We pray for our church leadership. We pray for our families. It’s the right way to start the day. This morning feels different.

Instead of putting on my clothes and curling up with her to pray, I bend down and offer a tender kiss. I start with her lips, my hand cradling the side of her face. It’s not a deep passionate kiss. It’s a light meeting of our lips. The kind that invites more of the same. So, another… I move up her nose with little kisses. I move my active lips along her hairline down to her ear. I hear her inhale sharply as I kiss that spot below her ear that she loves so much. I’m patient. I’m enjoying experiencing her skin with my lips. My hand has moved into her hair. I can feel her locks between my fingers as I continue to explore any exposed skin with my lips.

I carefully join her on the couch without releasing her hair or her lips. Nose to nose, lip to lip, I begin to pray. I thank God for her beauty, passion, love, care, skill, talent, and attention to detail. I thank God for the children she raised. I thank Him for the ministry she does. I thank Him for the way she employs her education, experience, and talent to serve and minister to her clients. I thank God for the pleasure and passion He created for us.

When it feels right, I return to her mouth. I find it open, her lips slightly dry from the heavy breaths. I moisten her lips with my own. Taking my time, I continue. Each lip gets equal attention. Starting with her lower, then refocusing on the upper.

When her lips part to allow room for our tongues, I begin to move my fingertips down below her chin. Her neck is a playplace for my fingertips. As our lips and tongues play together, my fingers drift further down to include her exposed upper chest. It began to feel like someone had turned up the heat in the room. We were in a full-on makeout session, and my hands lost their restraint. I began caressing her breast through the fabric of the fuzzy robe. She made the slightest noise that confirmed my timing. Before long, my fingers could feel her nipple hardening beneath the thick material.

“I need you.” was all I could say.

Her reply, “I need you too.” was all I needed to hear.

I stood and held out my hand. She took it and stood with me, releasing the robe on her way up. Her beautiful body was right there in front of me. The focus of my desire presented right before my hungry eyes. I led her to our tall Shaker-style bed, and she bent forward over it. As her breasts pressed into the soft bedding, I began to explore her wetness with the tip of my hardening cock. Her soft swollen lips planted kisses all over my mushroom head. When I could no longer resist, I pressed forward. Her body willingly took me in.

It is beautiful to watch her response to pleasure. She destroyed the neatly made bed with her fingernails and tightly clenched fists. Each stroke forces air from her lungs…sometimes with a moan, sometimes with a sigh. Her sounds drive me forward.

She is wet, warm, and swollen inside. The pronounced ridge of my engorged head sweeps her sweet cream out and collects it on the top of my shaft. It is perfect. Slow, easy strokes give way to more aggression as I grab her hips and pull myself into her. Her grip on the bedding tightens. Her breath leaves her body faster with more noise than before. Before long, my hands slide up her beautiful bare back and take hold of her shoulders. I am now driving her entire body down onto my arousal. She’s no longer controlling her breathing. I own that now. Each breath has its own sound. The bed is a mess. Her pleasure is expressed with each driving stroke.

Before it ends too quickly, I stop. She softly whines in disappointment as I withdraw and step back to admire her beauty draped over the side of the bed. “Get up on the bed.” I instruct. She complies. It’s not command and obedience, it’s our combined next move.

She settles herself on her back on the bed while I retrieve her favorite toy. She places the soft round head of her vibrating wand against her messy clit. I begin to lightly kiss her nipples as I had kissed her lips earlier. As I feel the tension in her body rise, my mouth becomes more bold. My tongue swirls around her nipple as it hardens. Her body starts to move and her breathing changes letting me know it’s building. I pull her nipple into my mouth continuing the swirling motion with my tongue. The whole time, my eye is on the other nipple. Her other nipple is the tattle-tale. It lets me know when she reaches that edge. Without my touch, it hardens. Her areole puckers. It’s here. She erupts. All of the tension built by the kisses, touches, thrusts, and vibrations is released all at once. This is the best part of my day. Pleasure takes over. I hold her nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as her body seems to try to tug it from my grip. It’s not going anywhere until the storm subsides. Slowly, her body relaxes back into the disheveled bed.

I take the toy from her hands and return it to its hiding spot. Climbing up onto the bed, I position myself to claim my reward. If she was warm, wet, and swollen before, now she is hot, messy, and engorged inside. This is what feels best on my aching cock. Entering her is like the gates to paradise. I know it won’t be long. My body is ready. Slow long strokes. She’s messy enough that I can completely withdraw before pushing all the way in toward her cervix. It builds in me like the tension before a spring storm. Sensing my build-up, she grabs my nipples. That’s all it took. The trip, the week, the work, the bills, the car, the lawn…it all leaves my body in one big rush. I continue the motion for as long as my muscles will allow, then I withdraw before I risk collapsing onto her.

Bring on the world! I got this!