Married in the Mornings

Chapter 2

It was an ordinary Wednesday morning. Not the start of the week, not the end of it. Mary awoke, naked and twisted from the waist down in her bed linens. Their bed linens. She still couldn't believe that she often ended up sleeping nude with Matthew. It seemed not so long ago that she had lectured her parents for sleeping in the same bed! Now Mary couldn't conceive of an entire room separating her and Matthew as they slept, and as her present condition proved, she couldn't much conceive of even clothes separating them.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed that Matthew was already up and almost fully dressed and ready for work. She hated when she slept through the morning and awoke to him already gone for the day, so she was pleased to catch him hustling about the room. She rolled over in the sheets and quirked her eyebrow in the way she knew Matthew loved. It didn't go unnoticed by Matthew and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and then her lips, and then he just couldn't help himself as he swept her hair over her left shoulder so he could softly kiss her naked shoulder. With great restraint he pulled back and continued about his morning routine, promising to bring her a cup of tea before he ushered out of the room.

For Mary, he moved away far too soon. She wanted his lips everywhere. She knew he needed to get to work but she couldn't help herself. She got up and sat on the end of the bed, waiting for Matthew to return with her tea.

Matthew quickly returned to the room with his tie still untied and loosely slung about his neck with a cup of hot tea in his hands. But he froze in place upon seeing his wife so confidently, immodestly and….so very nakedly….sitting perched on the end of the bed, legs crossed, waiting for him. As he stood there with his mouth agape, as he was known to do around her, she spoke "darling, you haven't done up your tie. Let me help you with that."

She reached out her hand and took the cup of tea and placed it on the bedside table, then she took hold of his empty hands and gently pulled him toward her on the bed. Once he was sitting on the edge of the bed, she swiftly straddled his hips. He found his wife's persistence and confidence incredibly attractive.

"Mary…." words were rapidly escaping Matthew's rational thoughts as she stared deeply into his eyes and she blindly reached down to start on his tie. He couldn't help running his hands gently up and down her naked back, pausing too briefly on her backside and finally landing on her hips as they continued to stare at into one another. Her skin felt smooth and heavenly under the pads of his fingers, her breath felt hot on his face. Her lips were so very close to his. And he knew that both their hearts were racing for one another. But they continued to tease. They continued to dance around the desire for instant gratification, as they had become so very good at both dancing around one another and expressing their passion.

Matthew's tongue felt thick and heavy. His groin was painfully tight. He thought he might even be sweating a little as she did up is tie and oh so subtly ground her pelvis against his. He swallowed heavily before trying to speak.

"Mary, dear, where did you learn to tie a gentlemen's tie? I never figured that sort of thing to be of interest to you" he smirked, never taking his eyes away from hers. In truth, he loved the domesticity of it all, how she had turned it into a seduction.

She gently patted the completed tie and leaned down to conspiratorially whisper in his ear. Her breath washed over his neck and her hips pressed deliciously into his as she leaned forward, "I read a scene in a book once, and I found it extremely…intimate. I always wanted to try it." As she spoke, her fingers found the golden locks at the base of his neck. She ran her fingers through it as she continued, "of course I never told Carson the real reason I wanted to know when I asked him to show me. But I must admit, I much prefer removing the tie."

With that she pulled back and grinned mischievously at him. It was then that she could really feel his growing arousal pressing into her center from beneath his trousers. She gave a gentle grind onto him for emphasis as she spoke her next, careful words. "Oh Matthew, I fear you are in quite a state now. We can't send you off to work like this. How will you ever concentrate?" As she reached down and gently caressed him through his pants.

Matthew had no response, and not much time to formulate one. But he surely couldn't miss her meaning, particularly when Mary swiftly relocated herself on her knees in front of him. She was incredibly aroused, but at that moment his pleasure was the only one on her mind. She truly couldn't let him go to work all wound up and frustrated, after all, she told herself. She opened his trousers and reached inside to free his beautiful manhood. Matthew stared at her as she pumped his significant length a few times before leaning down and taking him in her mouth.

It took all his strength not to thrust into her mouth as she sucked him with such intensity. She knew time was of the essence. She alternated between long licks up his length and around his tip, to plunging her mouth down around him and stroking what wouldn't fit in her mouth, all while rubbing his sac. She couldn't help reaching down and relieving herself a little by stroking her own clit with her other hand. It turned her on so much to see Matthew speechless, panting, eyes rolling to the back of his head and she gave him pleasure. Being on her knees for him felt both loving and naughty at the same time.

When Matthew caught a glimpse of Mary's hand trailing down her abdomen, he felt like he could explode. She moaned around him and closed her eyes as her fingers reached their target. Matthew couldn't take it anymore. Just before he was about to finish he pulled her up and tossed her on the bed. "Matthew, what are you doing! You were almost done, you know I actually enjoy when…"

"What can I say, you were so lovely being concerned about my needs and my frustrations that you forgot just how frustrated I would be knowing that my needs were taken care of and I had not taken care of the needs of my beautiful wife!"

"Oh, really?"

With that he placed her feet on his shoulders and thrust into her, effectively silencing her. She knew it wouldn't take long. Giving Matthew pleasure had aroused her greatly. He hadn't even taken the time to remove his trousers and she loved being naked beneath him while he was fully dressed. It made her feel like he just couldn't wait to have her, couldn't even waste a moment to undress before he needed to be inside her.

He bent down and kissed her deeply, the way he had wanted to all morning long. He could never get enough of kissing. He let go of restraint and pumped his hips into her, gritting his teeth so as not to reach his end before she was also spent.

Mary couldn't help but reflect on the many different ways she had learned to make love with Matthew. Slow. Passionate. Intense. Rough. Desperate. Quick. This was a new one to add to the list, it was playful.

He reached down and brushed her hair out of her sweaty face, looking into her wild eyes, effectively bringing her out of her thoughts completely. He trailed his hand down her body to her clit and stroked it fast and hard until she exploded around him. Feeling her clench around him, her hands fiercely gripping his biceps, her eyes seeking his and she panted his name so loudly filled Matthew with such passion and love he thought he could physically feel his heart swell in his chest. He had never seen anything more beautiful than his wife being free enough to let herself go like that for him. He exploded into her and collapsed on the bed beside her.

After a few minutes of catching their breath Mary rolled over and propped her head on her hand, staring down at him and grinning to herself. She took in his rumpled suit, his sweaty brow, his mussed hair, and of course his open trousers and spent, sticky manhood.

Matthew finally opened his eyes and noticed her stare, "what?"

"Oh Matthew," she replied "just look at you, you certainly are in quite a state now. We still can't send you off to work like this! What kind of wife would I be?" she paused "perhaps I can help you with a bath…."