It had been a long week, a long month for that matter. The cold miserable weather and relentless work load was taking its toll. It wasn't that we didn't want to make love, it was more that it was becoming hard to find the mood.
We always believed that lovemaking should be done properly. It should be full of desire, passion, sweating, moaning and collapsing in a breathless mess.
Fucking for the sake of fucking just seemed pointless. And so for the first time in a long time the week turned into a month and before we knew it, we had gone 4 weeks without making love.
Last Sunday I woke up. It was raining outside and the best option was curling up under the blankets.
"It's too nice in bed," my wife said.
I agreed, I snuggled over and spooned her gently. I felt her soft smooth legs against mine and pressed my face into her neck. She smelt amazing.
The intoxicating smell of her hair, her skin and perfume. It was a warm smell, a known smell, a comfortable smell. The smell of her.
I kissed her naked shoulder.
"mmmm thats nice" she purred.
I ran my hand down her side and over her hips. I love the way her body curved from her large breasts, down to her soft tummy and then over her hips to her backside.
I pressed in closer and traced my hand down her hip and lightly ran my hand over her hair. It was soft... warm... inviting. I felt her push herself into me.
I could feel my hardness against her then slowly nestle between her warm thighs. It felt wonderful. I wanted her. I wanted so badly to grab her hips and push myself inside of her. But I also wanted to enjoy this. The soft loving cuddle of two lovers.
I decided to wait. Enjoy this and her all day and then I would have her tonight.
By mid morning the sun came up. We sat on the lounge at opposite sides, our legs touching and enjoying the late autumn sun as it poured into the window.