Sundays
Rating: M
"Hmm" she moaned gasping breathlessly as he rocked into her. He'd set a lazy pace; perfect for a Sunday morning. His lips moved from her neck and pressed against hers, her tits bouncing against his hard chest as he moved in and out. He looked into her eyes with so much love before articulating it. "I love you so much, Maggie" he whispered. "I love you too baby" she whispered back. She was close. He could tell. He leaned down and latched onto her nipple never losing their rhythm. That was enough as she clenched around him. "Oh God. Fuck" she practically yelled as her orgasm rippled through her body. He'd known that he'd soon find release as her pussy strangled his cock. He pulled out as soon as possible and came on her stomach as expletives left his mouth. Jackson exited their bed heading for the en-suite bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp towel and cleaned her up. He tossed it onto the floor and crawled back into bed taking her in his arms, kissing her shoulders and neck before nestling his face in her curls as he inhaled her scent. They laid in sweet silence listening to each other's breathing. It was just after dawn. The sun was breaking across the sky as the lovers embraced. They had a busy day planned: unpacking the last of a few boxes and lunch with his daughter. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. She rolled over to face him "We have a few more hours and I'm not all that hungry for food" she smirked leaning in to kiss him. She'd hoped that their days would always begin like this; waking up next this beautiful man who loved her irrevocably. They'd rise in a few hours' time ready to begin their day but they would enjoy each other until then.