I woke up and found I was still holding you. We had spooned as we laid down on the left side, or your side of the bed. I was still holding your naked right breast, the nipple poking slightly at the middle of my left palm. I loved holding you like this and knew when you woke up that you would leave the bed, maybe not right away, but too soon for me, so I dared not move, even to stretch. I felt a slight change in your breathing as I began breathing slightly harder, since I was awake, my breath traveling along the sensitive skin on your neck. There was nothing I could do about this, and you began to stir as I began to fake like I was sleeping as you shifted slightly obviously awake.
"I know you are awake or you wouldn't be breathing on that spot," you mewed slightly groggily.
My quick response was to gently caress the luscious breast in my hand and kiss you on the neck, just below the left ear before my gravely morning voice responded, "The breathing was an accident of waking up, that kiss and this one are not." I reached out my tongue and slid the tip around in a circle before kissing again.
"Oooohmmmm!" it was a cross between an O and a hum you do when I surprise you and melts you at the same time.
I took my cue from that as being favorable for keeping you in bed with me for a while longer, and my intentions came up between us as I softly whispered in your ear, "I love you. I can't believe that I'm still so lucky to wake up to this beautiful sight before me."
"I love you!" you sang softly with a great big smile, still haven't opened your eyes, "But that doesn't mean I am ready for that again."
I peeked over at the alarm clock, "It's been a whole 30 minutes since we obviously collapsed! What do you mean not ready?"
"It's only been thirty minutes!? You do know that I'm still getting used to that thing! We've only been married a couple of months." You half giggled and shuddered as your eyes shot open, turning your head to face me. My humor while well intentioned and true, backfired.
"Nine weeks and 3 days."
"Whatever, it's too early for math."
"I thought you liked thinking about my math?"
"That was before I knew what the math was like. Having dimensions and actually holding them is another matter entirely."
"I feel so used for my math skills, and dejected because of them," I said with my most hurt and crushed tone of voice.
You quickly spun and ran your fingers through my hair as my eyes could finally catch hold of yours, taking away any doubt of me being serious. "Aww, my poor little baby!" you mused as you continued to pet my head.
I stuck out my lower lip, making my best pouting face, "Kiss it and make it better?"
You pulled me in giving me a quick peck on the lips, as I tried to pull you in for a longer kiss.
"No, not there," I continued my pouting, as I thrust my hips upward slightly, poking into your stomach, "there."
You're laughter was a dead give away to your answer. It wasn't that you didn't like to, or even that you weren't willing to. It was because you knew that I didn't actually enjoy it, and that it never seemed to stop there. Not that it had ever stopped me from using it to further my goal of trying to keep you orgasming for the entire first year of our marriage. It was a lofty goal and I was willing to risk failure if I could achieve even half of my goal. I was way behind but working very hard at it.
"Not until I get some more sleep, you cook me a wonderful breakfast, and if you're a really good boy, I'll let you shower with me."
It was all I needed to hear to get me out of bed. I knew that when we got in the shower it was going to be wild. It was the home of your hottest fantasies and there were a few left that we hadn't done. It was only a second before I had kissed you, both your nipples, and hopped over you, bounding naked toward the kitchen before running back in to grab my robe and back out, leaving you laughing and giggling still in bed.
"I said more sleep first!" you yelled not really meaning it.
Running back in the room my robe not tied at all and hanging open frantically circling the room eliciting more laughter. "Where are my keys and wallet? We're out of milk and eggs and I can't cook you breakfast without them!"
Finding them and running out again, I could hear you struggling to breath, crying you were laughing so hard. I was out the front door before I realized I wasn't wearing shoes and running back in to the room and slipping them on, bouncing around, causing everything that should have been in my robe to dance. I was slightly worried that you weren't breathing with your laughing at this point so I paused until you did before running away again. I had sat in my car and started the engine before my erect penis came down touching the cool plastic of the steering wheel, causing me to shriek like a 14 year old before his voice cracks, finally understanding what her laughter was about. Finding you starting to recover from the last shock, I threw off my robe and grabbed your hands, wrapping them around the head of my now slightly chilled penis.
"What are you doing and why is it so cold?" the shock of it bringing you back from your hysteria.
"My penis landed on the steering wheel! I screamed and ran back in to put clothes on, and my hands are cold so I have to use your hands to warm him up again."
I wasn't sure how much of it you heard before you fell apart with laughter again. I wasn't too concerned at the moment as your hands were still in mine, me using them to warm myself again. I could still see the tears running out of your eyes, and I couldn't tell if it was because of pain from laughing so hard, or that you had married an idiot. It didn't take me long to pull on some pants and tee shirt before heading off again out the door.
I made it to the little family owned shop around the corner in record time running inside saying hello to the employees that I saw everyday. I nearly tripped myself running to the doors where the milk and eggs were. I grabbed them quickly and headed back to the front to pay for them. When I had set them on the counter, and began pulling my wallet from my pants, the older woman behind the counter turned bright red and shielded her eyes.
"Oh my god! Michael, your fly is down. The one eyed monster is playing hide and seek sweetheart." She began laughing out of embarrassment because of my obvious arousal.
Normally I would have turned and ran, but this was no normal occasion. I had a very important breakfast to cook for the woman of my dreams and the one I was lucky enough to call my bride. There was the fact that if I was a good boy, I would get a great reward and who could even dream of turning down giving someone their fantasy. I leaned down to look, looked back up and still red and slightly chuckling clerk. I looked around seeing no one else and couldn't contain my own laughter as I tucked him back through my pants and out of the way before zipping them up.
"Dianne, does this mean I get a discount for once?"
There was no hope of her responding as she finally was over the embarrassment and her laughter filled the tiny store. "Are you laughing at the size, or the discount? Because I have to tell you, I actually scared my wife with it." I quipped to massage my now fragile self-esteem.
There was no holding back her tears by this point and it was painful to watch because I was in such a hurry. Again my sense of humor was getting in the way of my dreams and ultimate goals for the day. There was one thing I wanted to do 10 minutes ago and it was still set in my mind to get it done. There was just no way around the fact that this woman might have a heart attack if I said anything else. I laid a twenty on the counter, leaving the store, double checking as I got in my car that she was still laughing at the counter.
I made it back to the house before the embarrassment of the store set in, but I laughed it off with a chuckle knowing it would be worth it once breakfast was eaten and received my reward. As I opened the door I yelled "Honey I'm home, breakfast will be ready soon!"
I could hear her giggles at the sound of my voice knowing that she was probably laughing still. I figured it wouldn't be the best time to tell her about the other woman that had laughed regarding my penis today just yet but after the shower and before she went to the store herself. They knew we were married anyway so it wouldn't be long before she found out. Better it come straight from me.
"What do you want for breakfast my lovely Crowned One?"
"I'll just have a muffin," you called back to me as I didn't know whether to cry or drive back to the store and get my money back.
"How about an omelet the way you like with the onions and green peppers? Maybe a waffle or French toast as well?"
"No, I'm fine with the muffins I got yesterday."
"Got it! One large omelet with onion and two chopped green peppers coming up. The waffles will be checked for our brunch menu and replaced with a muffin. Is there anything else you want my love?"
The silence from the bedroom was replaced by a head poking out of the bedroom, and then back in before she called back, "No, that should be good. Are you alright?"