It's another cold dreary day, the kind that begs one to stay indoors. The windows are frosted ...the land is white. Its Sunday...and there is no place that one must be. "What to do?" ...The eternal Sunday kind of question. As we wake slowly snuggled under the blankets my eyes are drawn to the muted morning light that streams through the window. The snow is falling in those big beautiful flakes that seem to make the world that much more beautiful. The wind seems to swirl them crazily around the window frame, as the sleep begins to lessen its grip on our sleep warmed bodies. Feeling his thigh against my ass, as I lay there looking out the window.... Knowing its going to be an indoor day today. The snow has piled high through the night.
Slowly I rise, and slip my short robe about my body and silently slip from the room to the kitchen. Slowly I begin to prepare a breakfast fit for a snowy Sunday morning. I start the coffee maker, and slice up a platter of fruit and cheese. Adding to the tray, a small bowl of whipped cream and a small bowl of honey. As the coffee finishing brewing ...its strong aroma fills the room. On the tray I place the cream and sugar. I pad slowly back to our room, where he still sleeps. His naked body half uncovered. My heart quickening as I remember so many times before, seeing him like this after another sated sleep.
Slowly walking to his side of the bed and setting the tray to rights on the nightstand. I lean close and kiss him good morning. He loves to be awakened by a soft lingering kiss. As sleep recedes and a dreamy smile slips across his face, I whisper "good morning luv.... breakfast is ready. He yawns and stretches ...while trying to sit upright in the bed. My robe partly open as I lean close to him. Rising and walking to the other side of the bed, I slink out of my robe and slip beneath the tousled bed sheets. Adjusting the pillows behind my back in such a way as to press my chest outward. I can feel his gaze on my breasts that react at the mere thought of him.
He reaches for the tray and sets it on the bed between us and we talk of all the things that have happened the past week. The highs the lows and life in general. Nibbling on the fruit and cheese as I sip my steaming coffee, he too eats but I can tell that there is something more pressing on his mind. Taking pieces of fruit and dipping them in the honey or the whipped cream, my mind wanders to the beauty of sharing his body with mine. His words are gone as he sips his coffee. My mind slips to the thousand times before, that we have spent enjoying each other.
Those thoughts never fail to affect me. My mind races as I think of his hands, his lips, and his strong arms.... and yes of the pleasures that are found in his cock. He may not be the largest man I have known but he is by far a superior lover. My chest heaves slightly as I think of how the both of us enjoy the reaction of the other. How our bodies so connected to the other anticipate the next action. He takes the now almost empty tray and sets it to the floor beside the bed. He turns to me and says. ..."Lets just stay here for the day" My heart thuds at the thought of a day lost in his arms, my body shuddering and aching for his touches.
Absent-mindedly we curl together and slip lower in the bed. Our bodies coming together as they have a thousand times before. My hand slips to his chest to caress him...to trace the symbol that resides on his chest. My lips slip to his chest and playfully nip at his nipple, and I hear the almost silent gasp, that is my reward. He knows instantly that our thoughts are one and the same and that my desire is no less diminished this morning then it was the night before. My tongue slips from between my coffee-warmed lips and flickers lightly over his chest.
