Morning Passion

Tunji rolled onto his side, resting on his elbow as he watched his wife, the queen of his heart, Ibukun dress up for work and he smiled as he watched her pull on her skirt. She was wearing matching undies, the gray lacy lingerie that he had bought her earlier that month. She had been overjoyed when she had pulled out the pair from the bag he had brought them in. He lazily patted the bed and murmured for her to come back to bed softly. She turned to look at him and smiled at him.

“I did not know you were awake. I was hoping to sneak out before you woke up.” She said.

Her voice always did things to him. Whenever she spoke, his heartbeat just a bit faster and most times, it lit a fire in his loins. It was doing just that to him right now. His member throbbed under the cover of his boxers and he just knew he had to have this morning before she left for work. He grinned at her, the sleep leaving his system as blood flowed down into his nether regions.

“Why don’t you come back to bed and I will give you the appropriate punishment for trying to sneak out?” He asked, his grin turned wolfish.

She laughed, that deep throaty laugh that embarrassed her when she laughed in public, the laugh that brightened his day when he heard it. He throbbed again listening to her laugh. God, this woman did things to him that he could not quite explain. He raised the sheets and patted the bed.

“Come here” he ordered.

She squealed like a schoolgirl as she dropped her skirt and took off her shirt. She plopped into the bed and stared into his eyes. She loved him, it was so apparent even a blind man could see it. The way her eyes lit up whenever she looked at him was proof enough. She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. He resisted, leaving her hanging as he looked down at the woman he loved. She was his peace, his rock, she was the fire that sent his thoughts raging, but most importantly, she was his. He finally gave in and leaned in to kiss her.

Their kiss was passionate and yet lustful. His hands traced many paths over her skin, setting it aflame with want wherever they touched. As their tongues wrestled so did their souls. Their souls danced just like their tongues, he could feel himself diving deeper into her depths and she burned with his furious passion and just as he had always felt whenever they kissed, he felt at peace.

He rolled atop her, crushing her beneath him. She whimpered into his mouth, loving the feel of him on top of her. He broke their kiss and silently gestured for her hands. She did as instructed and gave her hands to him. He locked them above her head in one hand as he straddled her. He smirked as he took in the naughty smile on her face, she knew what was coming and she wanted it just as much as he did. He leaned over and began to trace a path of kisses down her arms, over the ridges of her chest and down her abdomen. She whimpered and mewled in his grasp.

His kisses reached her shapely thighs before he stopped to free her hands. He shifted her knees apart and placed his face between her thighs. He looked into her eyes and kissed her mound at the same time. The soft-touch of his lips against her sensitive skin reignited her flames and had her writhing for release. He smirked and took his first lick. A long, slow lick and rested his tongue against her button, just letting the presence of it register in her head. She writhed and moved her hips, instinctively grinding the sensitive nub against his tongue. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her juices were already mangled with his beard and the scent of her sex continuously flirted with his nostrils.

He decided to stop wasting time and began to use his tongue on her. She moaned at the touch, following it up with a silent groan. Her now free hands gripped the sheets as the pleasure built up within her. She bucked repeatedly against his tongue and when he slid two fingers inside her, she tensed up and lay still as she climaxed on his fingers.

He chuckled as he raised himself above her and looked into her eyes. He didn’t break the connection as he reached between them and shifted her undies to the side and inserted himself inside her. They both went still as they joined. Unmoving for what seemed like hours but was merely seconds. This part always felt good for him, whether they were in a rush and trying to get in a quickie or taking their time in readiness for a long time, their first joining always felt magical. Like a moment to be savored forever.

He began to move inside her, slowly plunging into her depths. She reached up and pulled him down, his face buried in her neck and her limbs wrapped around him. He moved slowly, pacing them, helping them savor the moment for as long as it would last. He loved the smell of her, she always smelled divine, leaving him wanting with the very scent of her. His strokes were faster now, his hips guided by a need for completion. He thrust inside her a few more times before he poured his essence deep inside her, baring his soul for her. She did the same as the warmth of him flooded her insides, reaching climax alongside him and plummeting into the abyss right after him.

They lay like that for a while, his face still lodged in the crevice of her neck and her limbs wrapped around him. Neither moved, they didn’t want to, this was their moment.

“I will be late for work.” She breathed into his ear.

“What’s the point of being the boss, if you can’t be late a few times?” he replied.

She chuckled and closed her eyes, holding him as tight as possible.

They lay like that for a long time, falling back to sleep in each other’s embrace.