Realize》SaTzu✔

Chapter 41. (ep)

TZ's POV

As unfortunate as it sounds, I have to put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

It's still pretty early. The sun is just peaking up over the horizon, and I am buried deep within my wife. She's having a hard time keeping her moans to a minimum. With every thrust I make inside of her, her voice rises another octave.

"Faster!" She's panting rolling her hips in a tantalizing way that my eyes roll back in my head. I comply to her wish because, why not. Whatever she wants she gets. She loves when I take her from behind. I have control over her pleasure which turns her on even more; at least that's what she likes to whisper in my ear when she's being naughty. The hornier she is, the wetter she becomes and that my friend's is the best fucking feeling ever.

"You're driving me crazy." I rasp out slowing down just a little to rub my hands over her skin. She looks back at me biting that damn lip, driving me crazier...

"I need you baby." She whimpered. "I need you to make me cum. I want to cum all over you."

My dirty talking girl...

I give her what she wants, and I give it to her hard. She tenses, her walls tighten and just like that we reach the point of no return. That all-consuming explosion of our bodies having been joined as one rising high above the earth. She cries out throwing her head back in ecstasy, and all I can do is hold tight and crash with her.

I love morning sex.

When I've caught my breath I move from behind her leaving her boneless in the middle of our bed as I run to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us both off. "Mmmm, thank you baby." She snuggles into my arms when I've finished making her comfortable.

I kiss her forehead. "You never have to thank me." I consider it a privilege.

We lay silently, basking in the afterglow of our love making. I smile thinking about today. It's a big day for my girl and I know she's nervous. She's been on edge with wanting everything to be perfect that I sometimes have to remind her that she's not in any condition to stress. Sana's need to be perfect in everything she puts her mind to has been the glitch in our otherwise happy relationship. No matter how much I remind her that she will make mistakes because she's human and we all make them, it drives her even harder to prove herself.

I can admire that. Sometimes I wish I had as much drive as she does. My job as a physical therapist requires a certain level of that, but also patience. I've had to develop the kind of patience that makes people comfortable enough to keep coming back for rehabilitation. With Sana, it's always about pushing harder. Never settling for less...If there's not a level of stress associated with whatever project she is doing this week, then she'll take on more.

She needs her rest though so I fill in whenever, and wherever I can. It makes things...very interesting.

I hear the familiar creaking of the floor outside of our bedroom door, which means someone is awake and looking for food. I look down at Sana and see she's fast asleep. Yeah, she's not going to be any help right now. I hoist myself from her side to only have her reach for me.

"Where are you going?" Is muffled by her pillow.

"If I don't catch them before they get into the cereal we're going to have a repeat performance of last week." Let's just say there was milk and frosted flakes everywhere...

Her eyes popped open and she sighed. "Please make sure Brielle doesn't dunk her head in the sugar again. We should probably start getting ready anyway." She was saying this, but she hadn't moved from the spot I'd left her. Smirking, I plant a smacking kiss on her lips and leave her. She'll get up eventually.