One morning.....

…when the alarm goes off I won’t tread the stairs to the kitchen to make tea and coffee. Instead I’ll go to the bathroom and strap on my cock before returning silently to the bedroom. I’ll make sure that my beautiful wife is still sleeping and avoiding the memorized creaks of the floor I’ll get back into bed. I’ll move close to her, a breath away and trace a steady line with my finger from her breasts, down her side to her hips. I’ll stroke her thighs softly on the outside carefully progressing inside. If she stirs I’ll tell her it’s ok, I’m here, just sleep a while longer.

I’ll move closer, my chest brushed up against her back and my cock impressed soothingly against her cheeky bottom. I’ll stroke the inside of her thighs a little more and move my hands over her gorgeous breasts, teasing and gently arousing us both. She’ll turn towards me, half asleep but realising in her gradually rousing consciousness what’s on my mind. My hand will move between her legs, caressing, playing, stroking, but barely touching. Then I’ll move to kiss her and her warm breasts, circling my tongue round each delightful nipple encouraging them to alert wakefulness.

I’ll kneel between her legs, squirt lube into my hand and begin to massage around her clit. Dawdling deliberately until that perfect place is wet and willing. I’ll take her hand, kiss it and place it on my cock forever confident that she’ll know what to do, rub its whole length, squeezing and instinctively pleasing in her own expert way. As she fully wakes I’ll taunt her clit with the very tip of my cock and kiss her. I know she’ll be ready for me and I’ll enter her, exquisitely lingering until I’m deep, deep inside.