Lazy Morning

A slow, lazy morning shared by two people who know each other by heart. Warmth, closeness, teasing and desire — with nowhere else they need to be.

She opened her eyes, stretched, and looked around the bedroom.

Sunbeams were pushing their way through the curtain, dancing playfully across the wall.

Behind the wall, water was running — her beloved was taking a shower.

She waited for him, lying in bed, gently stroking her body with her fingers.

The sound of water faded. A moment later, he entered the bedroom. When he saw that she was awake, his face immediately lit up with a smile.

“Hey, my beautiful.”

“Hey.”

“Come here,” she whispered, lying comfortably on her back.

He knew perfectly well what his wife wanted. He slipped off his boxers and slowly knelt over her. She slid a pillow under her head and felt him close to her, his warmth near her face.

He was already ready and aroused.

She reached for him, her hand finding him, and looked into his eyes. His irises had taken on a steely shade. He was intensely aroused.

She caressed him gently, moving her hand slowly.

He grew more aroused with every movement. With every sigh he let out.

He braced his arms against the headboard and let himself sink into the pleasure. He felt everything so clearly — her hand moving slowly down and up, her tongue wandering gently over his most sensitive places.

“I love it when you do that to me… yes.”

And she loved doing it to him.

After a moment, she shifted, and he felt the warmth of her mouth. Her hands rested on his buttocks.

She began to guide his hips — slowly, rhythmically. And he moved with her. Slowly. Steadily.

From time to time, their eyes met. Hers — calm but full of desire. His — wild, burning.

They didn’t speed up. Not yet. This state was meant to last.

With every movement, she brought him closer to the edge. He felt the almost unreal pleasure she gave him. Slowly, rhythmically.

Her hands tightened on his firm, tense buttocks.

“Oh Jesus… that feels so good,” he moaned.

His hips moved faster and faster — but still not too fast. He wanted to ration the pleasure, to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.

Every movement, every touch, made it impossible to hold back any longer.

She slid her right hand from his buttock to his most sensitive spot, stroking him gently.

He moved faster and faster. Her hand began to travel upward.

“I can’t anymore! I can’t hold it!” he groaned.

She pulled away and began stroking him with her hand above her face. He looked at her, a little surprised, but even more aroused.

He knew he could completely let go.

She stroked him firmly, but not too hard.

And then it happened — the release.

“Oh God! Oh yes! Yes! Jesus! Yes!”

Waves of heat and shivers shot through his body. He trembled, moaned, tensed, then relaxed.

She felt the warmth of his release on her face and breasts. Mmm… how she loved it. Her husband melted completely in her hand.

He was exhausted. His body still trembled.

He collapsed onto the bed beside her.

Breathing heavily. Smiling. Purring.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Yes. This is how every day should begin.”