A ray of sunshine streamed across Riley's face from a break in the blinds and stirred her slightly as their morning alarm rang aloud, but she rolled over and snuggled into her husband's chest as he hit snooze. The bird's high pitched chirps roused her from her slumber even more and she groaned, rubbing his side as she felt him move under her, rubbing her back.
She half wondered if she was still dreaming as she sat up to rub her eyes and stretch. Her back cracked and moved into place now she was awake, perhaps more fully awake than she had ever been in the morning before.
She turned slightly and gazed at her sleeping husband, her hand touching his face softly as his hand moved up her back, sliding under the red Texas shirt she always wore of his. She saw the time was only half past ten.
"I can sleep a little longer. The kids aren't ready for us until noon," she yawned and stretched to the sound of birds singing their carefree song just outside the window before lying back down on his chest.
There were few moments like this where she could just lay down and appreciate her husband's embrace.
"Morning," he muttered, pulling her close to him. "You gettin' up?"
"I probably should, but I don't want to. Not yet," she muttered sleepily.
"Well I have to get the kids from the church at noon and run a few errands. Including bringing Travis' to mama to get his haircut like you wanted." He explained, rubbing her sides as he yawned. "If we get up, we could shower. I could use another.
"You say we'll shower, but we never actually get to the showering part when we're in there together." She laughed, kissing his chest. She felt him up, feeling his usual morning visitor pressing into her leg.
"Do you really object to showering with me?" He grinned and leaned around her to trail his lips down her neck, along the curve of her bare shoulder, before picking her up in his arms.
"Go start the shower," she muttered and kissed him.
"That's my girl," he said and he moved to get out of bed.
She lied on her stomach as the bed only had her in it now. She poked her head out from the pillow to watch him walk away from her naked to the bathroom.
"I see you watchin' me." He laughed, looking back at her.
"You have such a nice ass that I have to watch," she said pulling herself from bed and running after him, suddenly full of energy now.
He extended his arm into the shower to turn the faucet, the water spraying from the shower head. He turned to say something, looking down at his wife.
She placed her lips on his with the lightest of touches – he probably wouldn't have felt it if he had been asleep, but he was awake. He froze and she thought that she'd made a mistake, but then he whispered her name, strained and desperate and it was enough to make her pull him towards her. Their mouths met again and this time neither held back.
They had time, remember?
They were frantic at first, as if they might never get another chance to do this. Eventually, she pulled away to breathe, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"You have no idea…the effect you can have on me mister," she groaned, repeating some words of his from a lifetime ago.
Their lips came together again, and this time they took it slow, savoring the touch and taste and sound of each other. He reached underneath her ass to pull her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stepped under the steady stream of water.
Her feet came in contact with the ground, their lips stilled against each other and his hands slid smoothly around her waist, holding her for a moment like he had done so many times, and he must have realized that she wanted this just as much as he did.
She knew the second that he let go, that he truly committed to this, because his body was flush against hers, his erection trapped between them. His hands wandered, teasingly at first, but deliberately a moment later. He took a breast in each, massaging them before clasping her nipples between his fingers and rolling them in a circular motion. It felt good – great, in fact, and she was about to tell him so, but he stopped before she could speak, his hands moving south over her stomach. She tensed in anticipation, gasping loudly when he finally reached his destination. The pressure of his fingers between her legs felt impossibly good, and she clamped her free hand over his as her way of telling him that.
She laid her head on the tile and moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the room was music to his ears.
He traced circles around the sensitive mound, slowly at first, but increasing in speed when she dug her fingernails into his wrist. His voice sounded so distant when he asked her how she felt, and she could only moan in response.
He pulled away, and she barely stopped a whimper from escaping her lips. Her disappointment quickly turned to surprise and then to anticipation when she felt him gather up her hair in one hand and swung it over one shoulder. The first kiss that he placed on the base of her neck sending a shiver down her spine. And then his mouth followed that trail, placing soft but insistent kisses and luscious licks along her breastbone, and it took nearly all of her energy just to stand upright. When he got to her abdomen, she felt him grip her hips for balance as he to dropped to his knees. She gasped when he bit her hip softly, and moaned when he moved to the other side repeat the same action, but it was the feel of his nose nudging between her legs that made her cry out.
He stilled, and she knew the silent question that's being asked of her. She answered by spreading her feet, giving him better access. He didn't hesitate, and she cried out again when he pushed the curled tip of his tongue inside her. When he pulled out, she became dimly aware of him speaking, but only managed to make out the words taste and long above the sound of the running water.
She was almost glad when he moved away to get to his feet again, the sensation and knowledge of his tongue being inside her nearly too much to handle.
He resumed his original position, one hand reaching over her abdomen and down between her legs, the other reaching up to twist a nipple between his fingertips. Her head fell forward to rest on his shoulder, back arched, and she was faintly aware of his whispered words in her ear as he brought her to breaking point. She cried out as he took her over the edge, the sound echoing around the bathroom.
Riley had done this by herself, many times, but it never felt as intense as it was with Kyle. Never as intense, never as amazing as when its his hands on her.
Her husband held onto her tightly, surrounding her, until her breathing slowed. When she felt strong enough to straighten and lean back into him, the presence of his erection hit her like a wave.
"What can I do for you?" She panted, kissing his throat.
"Anything you want," he chuckled, somewhat nervously, against her back.
That didn't really help. She was still thinking about what she could do for him in this position, when she felt his forehead fall forward to rest on her.
His hands moved to her ass, and she felt him apply enough pressure to separate the cheeks. It felt good, his hands always felt good, and she could imagine how hot it must look to him.
"Come here," he commanded. He pulled her into his arms and sighed into the hollow of her neck. "I need you," he whispered against her skin before tracing small, light circles along her collarbone with the tip of his tongue.
The sensation caused her eyes to screw shut and she grabbed hold of his back, and he leaned her up against the wall.
His erection brushed teasingly along the length of her entrance. Their eyes met, and she could see her own burning desire reflected back through his.
"I need to be inside you," he groaned before their lips came together in a heated kiss.
That she could do.
He brought his fingers to her warmth again, spreading her arousal and dipping two fingers inside. She cursed under her breath as he twisted and curled his fingers forward and then slowly pulled them out, sending shivers up her spine.
She leaned into him and let out a frustrated groan, unable to take any more of his sweet torture. Her fingers curled up his back and into his hair to brace herself as he aligned himself with her slowly, reveling in the sensation as he filled her, coaxing her to conform tightly around him. He took her off guard when he bucked into her the rest of the way and she almost lost her grip. He tightened his grip around her waist to hold me in place.
"I've got you," he groaned and quickened his pace and she desperately tried to keep up with his erratic rhythm. "God, I love when you take control of situations like this."
She steadied herself against him when he released his grip from her waist, pressing her into the wall a bit harder to paw at her chest. She felt her breasts bounce against his palms with each thrust as his mouth touched her nipple, nibbling lightly.
He filled her perfect, brought her to sparkling ecstasy every time.
"You're amazing," she whispered, kissing him lips deeply. "I love you."
"So are you," he muttered softly, moving up from her breast to the part in her lips.
After their morning shower, they both dressed and went to the kitchen. Riley needed a cup of coffee and Kyle needed to fill his empty stomach.
"How do you want your eggs?" She asked opening the fridge and fishing out two eggs.
"Not scrambled," he said pressing a button on the coffee machine, while placing a frying pan on the stove top.
Riley began to scramble his eggs and tossed them into the frying pan.
"I said not to scramble them." He said looking up from the machine as it began to brew.
"You love scrambled eggs, even though you never say you want them scrambled." She laughed and grabbed a spatula, separating the eggs more as they form in the pan. "I've been with you for ten years. You eat scrambled eggs every morning."
"Well maybe I don't want scrambled today," he said walking toward her. "But I guess it's alright."
"I know how you like your eggs. You want toast, right?" She asked looking up at him.
"I've got it," he answered reaching for the loaf in the cupboard above and grabbing himself a piece.
He placed a slice in the toaster and smiled at her.
It was in moments like these, when she felt her heart swelling with the love she had for this man, that the story of what they endured to have what they have now, the sneaking around at first and then getting pregnant and his injury, seems impossible to overcome.
It must've happened to someone else entirely because she felt so detached from that time. The pain and memories have never gone away and sometimes she did feel the pain as fresh as if it occurred yesterday, but it was moments like this that she had learned to never take for granted.
She had built a life with Kyle. She had learned to love and move on from the pain and overcome her fears.
"I love you," she informed him, trailing her hands under his his football jersey, smiling at the memory of taking this off after game days and making love in the back of his pick-up.
He smiled that beautiful smile, like he could never get enough of hearing her say that. "Let's go to a game today," he suggested, wrapping his hands around her waist. "East is playing Jamestown."
"The kids would love it," she agreed and leaned into his embrace. "But maybe tomorrow, East is playing Central. It's homecoming and that's a better game than today's. I just want a night in with the kids."
"You love it too," he laughed into her hair. "Tomorrow sounds better now that you say that."
"I do," she sighed and turned off the burner. "Your eggs are done."
She felt him kissing her neck and shoulders and trail his fingers up her spine, whispering how much he loved her.
This was the life she'd dreamt of having in the dark days and Riley finally had a little slice of heaven with Kyle.