I rolled over and reached my arm across the bed, finding the spot beside me empty. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, breathing deeply as I stretched out with a small groan. The kids were away for a few days and she was up before me. That's hardly possible, I thought to myself with a chuckle. Sitting up and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I hooked my toes into a pair of shorts I'd tossed to the floor the previous evening and brought them up to my hand. After slipping them on, I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth before going to find her.
I heard the sounds of kitchen activity and followed them to their source. I stepped inside and froze. She had her back to me and was standing in front of the counter whisking eggs in a bowl. My breath caught in my throat as I took her in. She was barefoot, wearing only a pair of black, laced edge panties that clearly couldn't contain her ample ass along with a white sleeveless top that came down over the top third of that beautiful ass.
As always, I was taken by how incredibly wonderful she looked. She looked so damned hot I was spellbound, unable to move. She is a striking combination of beautiful and sexy. She is what many people would call full figured, afraid to use the f-word. Call her whatever you like; it makes no difference to me. I'll call her fat, certainly not as an indictment but as a descriptor. And I wouldn't change a single thing about her, because to me, she is perfect. Her legs, her ass, her tummy, her back, her arms. All of her. All of her fits together flawlessly, resulting in a whole that is so much more than the sum of its parts.
As much as I admired the view, I wasn't about to stand there and do nothing with this beautiful woman a few short feet away from me. I took another step into the room, voicing my presence so as to not startle her.
"If there is a more beautiful sight to come across first thing in the morning, I can't even imagine what it could be," I said. "My god. You're so damned hot I'm surprised the room isn't on fire."
She turned her head to the side and glanced at me over her shoulder, smiling through the red curls of hair that hung from her head.
"Hi. I thought I'd make you some eggs," she said, flashing her smile once again.
That smile. The one she reserved for me. She had it right then. Just about everyone wants to feel attractive. It's part of our DNA I think. But when the right person, that person you love shows up and makes it obvious that you are everything they want and need...that smile is what you see. It's a combination of happy and love and desire and damn it I belong to you and you belong to me. It's a self-satisfied little smile because of everything it means.
I walked up behind her and reached my right hand down, grabbing one of her ass cheeks and squeezing it. I brought my lips to the bottom of the left side of her neck and placed a trail of kisses from the base of her neck up to her earlobe and back down again. My other arm wrapped around her tummy, my hand grabbing hold of her right breast. She leaned back into me and cooed softly as I kissed and touched her.
I gently bit the hole in her earlobe normally occupied by a plug. Pulling her more tightly against me, I whispered in her ear.
"Let's forget about eating eggs for now. How about we pretend we're fertilizing yours?" I asked pinching her nipple as an exclamation point.
