How My Day Should Begin
He walked from the kitchen with cup in hand to find her at the table in nothing but his white dress shirt.
He arrived, nodded, took a seat, and immediately lost himself in the thought of a kiss.
She stopped short of starting to speak when he rose as quickly as he was seated.
In a second he placed his cup on the table and his lips where grazing the line of her smile.
He felt her hair sliding over his hand followed by her warm cheek only the width of a feather from his.
Waiting for that eternity till she decides to react to his advance.
She holds herself erect and rolls her jaw slightly to meet his and they both stop.
They stop because the moment of truth has come when she agrees she wants him as much as he wants her.
He finely pulls away, she feels his breath graze her ear, then stops in line with her lips.
She starts forward, but with the first sign of her moving, his half open mouth lands gently on hers.
And so the dance begins.
As she darts forward, he retreats, only enough to let them meet again, he advances and is now met with same pressure in response.
Their tongues graze one another and they continue to glance into each others eyes, each saying to the other, I am all yours.
As she raises from the chair, both of his hands slide down her back and stop to grip each cheek of her ass.
His night robe falls open and he lifts her while forcing her legs to wrap around him at the waist.
Not expecting to feel him so soon, she discovers he is half inside her.
He raises and lowers her one more time, she now has all of him and he has all of her.
And so another day begins.
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