As the alarm went off, my hand quickly snap from under the sheets to hit the snooze button. As I sat for a moment wondering if I could get just a few more moments of rest, my eyes glanced over to the love of my life. She didn’t stir at all when the alarm went off and I knew she was still fast asleep. Seeing her porcelain skin and the soft rise and fall of her body as she breathed brought me a sense of calm. Moving closer to her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. As I gently pulled her to me, the sweet smell of lavender drifted to my nose. Even asleep she smelled divine. A second look at the clock and I knew it was time to get started.
Pulling away, I turned the alarm off completely and got out of bed. I noticed that I had a good hour before she’d be stirring. The cool morning air breezed through the window and made the hairs on my legs perk up. Slipping into my bathrobe, I stepped out of the room quietly shutting the door behind me.
Once in the kitchen, I started to prepare her favorite breakfast, a light oven-puff pancake. After quickly mixing the ingredients, I put them aside while the oven pre-heated. Turning my attention to presentation, I began to assemble the dishes on the bed tray. After getting the plate, cups and silverware placed in their appropriate positions, I ran to the backyard to pick strawberries and raspberries from our garden.
Between washing and prepping the fruit and putting the pancake in the stove, I almost forgot about making the coffee but a quick inventory of where I was with everything reminded me. Two cups of water to every scoop of coffee; that’s how she liked it. No more, no less.
At this point, I only needed to plate the pancake, pour the coffee and juice and take it in to her. With breakfast well underway, I stole a few moments for myself and decided to step into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. As the warm water cascaded down my body, all I could think about was her naked frame asleep in the next room. Despite my strong desire to pleasure myself, I knew I had to wait for my opportunity. Besides, it wasn’t worth doing alone. Before leaving the shower, I checked to make sure that my crotch was neatly trimmed. She always likes a small patch of short hair directly surrounding my cock and baby smooth skin everywhere else.
Stepping out of the shower, I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that the pancake should be done any minute now. Rushing to dry off, I put my robe back on and went back into the kitchen to finish things.
Finally, breakfast was ready to go and as the hour got closer to her waking time, I carried her breakfast into the bedroom. She was still asleep, looking so angelic it almost seemed a crime to wake her.
“Sweetie, your breakfast is ready,” I called out to her gently.
As I sat on the bed next to her, she began to stir and open her eyes. I saw a smile crease her lips. “Mmmm, what have we here?” she asked as she scooted up into a sitting position. I placed the tray over her legs and took a seat at the foot of the bed.
“I thought you might like your favorite pancake this morning,” I beamed. “And the fruit is from the garden.”
“It looks fabulous,” she praised. After taking a taste of her coffee, she commented, “But the coffee is a little weak.”
I didn’t let this spoil the mood, as I know she’s rather picky about her coffee in the morning. She moved the tray from her legs to the bed beside her and slipped her feet around the bottom of the covers. Lifting a foot in the air, I moved to the end of the bed and grabbed her foot in my hands. So small, so delicate, her feet were always soft and smooth. She always loves her feet rubbed, and today I was more than happy to oblige.
“Oh that feels good…” she cooed.
As I lifted her legs to pull on her toes and rub her calves, the sheet covering the lower half of her body began to slide off. I tried stealing glimpses of her thigh and eventually tried to make my way up to her crotch. God was she beautiful, every last inch of her. Her legs were always smooth to the touch. I don’t know how she does it but she always feels as if she’d just shaved a half-hour ago. Pulling her foot to my chest allowed me to glimpse her cleanly shaven mound. She said it always made her feel better to have herself freshly shaved, and who was I to argue? My mouth began to water as my mind toyed with the idea of settling my head between her thighs and having my own favorite breakfast.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she mocked as a sly grin came over her. “Perhaps, if you’re good, you’ll get to have a breakfast treat.”
She had always been a tease, and the worst part about it was that she knew I loved it. She knew I would do anything in order to get that treat. It had been days since I last wrapped myself up in her body. I felt like I could burst.
“But first, you’ve done such a good job rubbing my feet, I think I wouldn’t mind you finishing with a little pedicure. What do you think?”
“I’d love to,” I responded. I wanted to spoil her this morning and make her feel like a queen.
As she finished her pancake, she moved on to the fruit and picked up a strawberry. With a sultry look in her eyes, she toyed with the berry running it across her lips. She then proceeded to run the tip of the strawberry between her breasts, over her belly button and ran it around, then over her clit before bringing it back to her mouth to take a bite.
“Better hurry, or I’ll have to enjoy my treat alone.”
