My eyes open slowly. The sun is warm on my face. I stare towards the window, watching little specks of dust sparkle in the sunlight. The sheets behind me ruffle, a scalding hot arm wraps around me. Lips caress my nape. I can't help myself... I smile. He grunts softly, before whispering in my ear...
"Good morning..."
I turn in his arms, wrapping myself in him. His naked chest to mine. His soft lips to mine. My thighs straddling one of his. His fingertips dance their way up my spine, suddenly buried in my hair. A moan escapes. Owner unknown.
I shift my legs, we roll over. He's on his back, and I'm straddling him. Our lips still dancing together.
I shift once more. Ahhhh...
Another moan escapes. This time, it's definitely him. I am not quiet, though. I let loose a whimper. It's so good.
Together, our noises are symphonic. Symphonic poetry. Eat your heart out, Liszt.
My hips rock back and forth, his large warm hands guiding them. Every limb of mine is touching his, his eyes and mine never break contact. Green, green, green, green, green. I'm there. I'm so there.
Content, I lay my head on his chest. I'm not sure if my cheek is wet because of his chest, or if his chest is wet because of my cheek. Neither of us questions it.
His lips press softly against the top of my head. A soft laugh bubbles in my throat.
"I'm so addicted to you in the morning. Forget coffee, you're all I'll ever need."
The words are so...him.
I'm convinced I'll remember them until the day I die.
"Come, my beautiful bride, let's grab breakfast."
Bride.
If I was smiling before, I am beaming now.
"Of course, husband." I giggle.
Husband and Wife. Finally. After five years. We're bound to one another in every sense of the way. Nothing and no one will ever take him from me, or me from him.