We were already to the point where I was under him, and his tongue ran over every part of my body. Ragged, panting breaths sounded all around the room, my moans blending with his so it was all just a symphony of erotic sounds.
His hand fondled one of my breasts, my hand teasing his hips in sync with his fluid movements. All that was left of our clothing was my lacy, violet panties and his boxers, which struggled to hold anything in. I hooked my pointer fingers around the hem, biting my lip to keep from giggling at the sheer pleasure of getting to experience him.
His lips trailed up to my ear. “Just take them off already,” he growled, becoming impatient with my taunting.
I giggled playfully, pulling them an inch further down his hips. “Give me a good reason.”
His eyes flickered and before I could wonder what that meant my panties were being slipped over my knees and thrown carelessly to the floor. He parted my legs that much further, head lowering with a devious smirk.
His tongue slithered out and my back arched as he took me to wondrous places of ecstasy. The first wave of an orgasm hit me, starting at my curled toes and continuing all over my body, over and over until my arching body collapsed into his sheets. But that wasn’t all…
A new surge of desire hit me like a brick and I tore his boxers off of him, bringing my mouth to his hurriedly. My thumb brushed his tip once and he pinned my wrists to the bed, thrusting his most intimate part with mine until we both buckled with our second release.
I smiled to myself, thinking about how easy it was to get him the first time, since I had immediately gotten to business when we finally got to his room, to his bed. His arms curled around me and he sighed with content. “Gosh, I love you,” he muttered, eyes closed, still shaking from the pleasure that had hit him.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” I beamed, tracing little patterns into his chest. His room was dark and rain pattered on the roof, the only two people home being me and him.
“I mean it.”
I gave him a look, laughing a little. “I know, love. So do I.”
He pulled me closer into him, almost crushing me. I didn’t mind though, since this was my favorite part of it all: cuddling after love making…
“Darling?”
“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes still closed.
“Don’t get up in the morning. Don’t get out of bed.”
He opened his eyes to look at me. “Why not, love?”
“I’m going to make you breakfast,” I told him, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to do that.”
I scoffed, propping myself on my elbow to really look at him. “I most certainly do.”
He pulled me back into him, hugging me tight. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“You cooked dinner for me,” I pointed out.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if he was reminiscing on the nice evening we had had before all the…er, sexual activities. “True.”
“Let me do this for you.” I kissed him tenderly for good measure, making sure he wouldn’t try to leave me in bed in the morning and make it himself.
He sighed as I pulled away. “Fine, you can make breakfast.”
I smiled and kissed him again, snuggling into his warm build under the covers. “I win.”
“You always win, by default, because you’re you.”
My grip around his waist tightened. “No. We both win. Because we’ve found each other. If I hadn’t found you, I wouldn’t be truly happy. I had to meet you to finally know true happiness.”
He kissed my forehead, our hold around each other completely snug. “That is utterly mutual, my love.”
I smiled again, a warm rush of that happiness taking over me. “I’m so glad.”
We both got quiet, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof above our heads, just enjoying each other’s company. Both of our eyes closed, almost asleep.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes?” he mumbled, succumbing to slumber’s call.
“One day, we can do this every day. We can cook for each other and cuddle and sleep together. I’m going to marry you one day. And we’re going to have the life we’ve always wanted.”
His eyes opened again. “Oh, dear. One day, I’m going to make all of those statements true for you. And we, without a doubt, will be the happiest anyone could ever get, living our dreams and our fantasies and our deepest wishes.” He kissed my forehead again, entangling his entire body with mine. “I love you, dear. Sweetest of dreams, my lover…”
“I love you, too…” I whispered, the both of us fast asleep in seconds, only the sound of rain and our deep, peaceful breathing.
