Megan rolled over and faced Robert, her brown eyes looking over his sleeping face. Stubble covered half of it, but it was still very handsome. Rugged, in a way. She loved how it felt against her skin, ticklish and familiar. She looked lower, his wide chest and shoulders were relaxed and resting. His flat stomach flowed into his hips, and his boxer briefs concealed something she was rather fond of. One of his legs rested on hers, the other stretched out comfortably.
She stretched, her nails briefly dug into her palms leaving crescent shaped marks. Her chocolate colored hair slid against her bare shoulders, and the blankets against her feet. She sighed in content, rousing Robert.
"Morning baby." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and admiring her chest before kissing the top of one breast.
Megan smiled, said good morning, but didn't say much else knowing he wasn't a talker when he first woke up. Her fingernails slid gently across his shoulders, he moaned quietly and gripped her waist tight.
"What do you want for breakfast baby?"
"You."
"I'm brunch."
"I'll get up; we can make hash browns and omelets or something."
Megan rolled away from Robert and sat up, her back arched as she stretched again, her skin illuminated by the light cast in by the bay window. She stood and walked over to the dresser, searching for her nightgown she thought she had placed atop the night before. Robert bit his lip as she searched and turned, going from drawer to drawer. Her butt was presented perfectly to him, round, smooth and tight. Her daily activities kept her muscles taught.
"Baby, where's my nightgown?" She turned around flustered, her full lips in a slight frown.
Robert shrugged and looked her over, she was beautiful. She shook her head and walked into their closet. Megan pulled on simple black boy shorts and one of his t-shirts and padded her way to the kitchen. Robert followed, just in his boxers. Cool early winter air filled the home, soon to be eradicated due to the heat being turned on.
Megan broke three eggs into a bowl, added a small amount of water and whisked them together as the pan coated with oil began to heat up. She looked at Robert as he stood there, sleepy eyed. She grabbed pre-cut celery, mushrooms, and onion out of the fridge and put a small handful of each into the pan to soften while she worked on her own breakfast.
Robert rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he watched her move about the kitchen gracefully, she loved to cook; especially for him. Her legs caught his eye, anybody's eye really, and he loved to see her in his shirt. She set out the cutting board on the counter and chopped strawberries, cantaloupe, and watermelon and placed the pieces in a bowl for herself.
She stirred the vegetables in the pan and added the eggs, waiting until they were solidified and done enough to fold the omelet. She sprinkled cheese on top, slid it off onto a plate and handed it to him after kissing his cheek lovingly.
"Thank you honey, couldn't have made it better myself." Robert spoke as he sprinkled pepper over it.
After they were both done eating breakfast, they did the dishes together and walked back to the bedroom. Megan stripped and grinned at Robert before sprinting off to the shower. The water turned on as he slid his boxers off and placed them in the hamper by the bathroom door. Megan was already washing her hair, Robert stepped in, put his hands on her hips and leaned forward to get his face and scalp wet.
The shaved head that had stayed with him throughout his time in the Air Force, had also stayed with him their entire relationship. She had asked him to grow it out once, to which she was answered no. She had seen photos of him as a teen, his hair thick, jet black, and very italian. But pictures would be all she would ever get. Megan rinsed her hair, pressing her butt against Robert's groin. His palm splayed across her flat stomach.
"Baby, don't start what you can't finish." He spoke as he rinsed the soap off of his chest meanwhile she shaved her legs.
"I'm not the one whom can't finish." She quipped and laughed softly, challenging him as she rinsed her legs.
She picked up her pouf after turning around and started exfoliating her already soft skin beginning with her décolletage. The soap suds clung to her clavicle and slid down her breasts. Robert rubbed his soapy hands across her butt and kissed her forehead. Megan kissed his shoulder and knelt down, kissing the tip of his penis, flicking her tongue across it.
Robert's eyes widened as she slid his cock between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. One of her hands was wrapped around the base as she focused on the task at hand. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue quickly flicked back and forth against his dick, bringing him closer to his climax. He reached down and pulled her up by her arms, planting a kiss on her. He told her to wait, he would satisfy them both later.
"Honey, you look beautiful with no make-up and soaked hair... and with my dick in your mouth." Robert's palms remained on her butt, a satisfied smile adorned his face.
"Oh you're awful." Megan rested her hands on his chest and sighed, letting the hot water run down her back.
