Universe Aligned

Every now and then, the stars align. It's like the universe is opening up for you and for just a little while, absolutely everything is perfect. I had one of those moments this morning. I woke up to a message telling me that my morning meeting was canceled, so I crawled right back into bed next to my wife, who doesn't work as early as I usually do. She was only half awake when she pressed her back against my torso. My arms wrapped perfectly around her, but the real cool thing was that her ear lined up right by my mouth.

She loves to be kissed on her neck or her ear. It's one of the best ways I know to turn her on, but a lot of the time when I try, it's awkward. Either we won't be close enough and I have to strain my neck to reach her, or her hair gets in the way and I have to try to brush it away with my chin, or something else, but today it was just effortless. She was right there and I got to take her soft earlobe between my lips and relax while I sucked gently on her skin.

My hands got to be busy, too. My right arm was beneath her where I could squeeze her breast, holding her sweet nipple between my fingers, precisely the right amount of pressure. My left hand moved all around her body. Have you seen those memes online where the character is just as mesmerized by seeing his wife naked 89,473 times as he is the very first time? That is absolutely me. I am always enchanted by the chance to touch her body. The word "explore" comes to mind because of the way my hands move about her. As much as I have touched and caressed that woman, it might seem I already know her thoroughly, but every touch and each caress does feel like such a wondrous new discovery.

I love every curve of her, and today, I tried to feel them all. My hand traced the length of her thigh, held the soft roundness of her tummy, felt the perfect shape of her butt. I moved up and down her splendid figure as I clutched her to me and my lips worked on her earlobe. I had no aim or ambition, I just wanted to feel her, every inch of her I could.

Then, I got to hear that sweet moan. I swear, if the heavens have a theme song, then it must include the sound of her moan in it because I can think of no instrument more pleasing. As she moans, I know that I am bringing pleasure to her body. Her wonderful body is reacting to MY touch, my nearness to her and that is the greatest feeling I know. I am simultaneously generous with my affection and vastly greedy because there is nothing I have ever wanted more than her and I clutch her to me with insatiable hunger.

I waited a while before my hands slid between her legs, across the short curly hair of her mound. If I couldn't already tell by the feel that her lips were swollen, I'd know by the change in her breathing, the sudden urgency in the movement of her chest. My fingers trace the parting of those lips and then I am gifted with that moisture, that hot liquid on my fingertips that tells me beyond any doubt how she wants me, yearns for my touch. I slid into her, finger coated with the moisture from her womanhood then I stroked back to her clit, a hard bead beneath the folds of her sex that allows me to please her more. I've learned not to just focus on this one spot. I need to be patient and alternate between pressing this button of pleasure and pressing deeper inside of her body.

Her neck's extended now and she's moaning louder, gasping for breath and I stay with her, adoring her body for every moment as her excitement builds to a glorious crescendo of sensation. Then, I got to hold her, to cradle this wonderful woman in my embrace as the intensity subsided. That's when her alarm went off. She got out of bed with a bit of a wobble to her step, grinning back at me. I laid there a while, grateful the universe aligned so perfectly to give me such a heavenly morning