The words flow from my finger tips like the ash that blew from my Mount St. Helens. Never ending, a blur of passion and anger. I am captivated by the glow of my screen and the words echoing in my head.
He comes behind me and smells my neck as he slowly traces his tongue along it. This tickles, he knows that, but does it anyway. My taste is like ecstasy to him. I fight the urge to squirm away and laugh. Inwardly cursing my my life long affliction of being overly ticklish. The scent of his breathe fills my senses. God he smells exactly the way he did when I kissed him on our wedding day. That smell has rarely made its appearance since. But I cherish the times he smells like this. It instantly sends me back to that day. The day I thought love would be easy. When I thought we would be together forever, never hurting each other. Oh but we have hurt each other, many times over the years. My mind is distracted by his scent and the memories that flood my brain. If I close my eyes, it’s our wedding night again. His lips seductively tracing my neck, his tongue flicking my ear lobe. He knows I hate this but he can’t help it and I want him to feel every bit of pleasure he can so I don’t pull away.
My fingers have long since stopped their feverish typing. I am captivated by all that he is and all that he isn’t. His hands find my breasts. Longingly groping them over my shirt. His hands move to my arms, I can feel the passion building inside of him as he touches any part of my body he can reach. I should turn around and respond to him now, but I can’t. I am lost in the moment and all the past moments. Letting my body relax into his touch. Truthfully part of me is still annoyed that he kept me up all night snoring. This is marriage. Feelings of passion and annoyance all wrapped up into one hurricane of love.
He pulls at my shirt, I don’t fight him. I let him pull it off from behind. He traces my shoulders with his finger tips, slowly dragging them down to the clasp of my bra. As my bra falls off I am amazed that this man who gave me 5 children still finds my saggy, stretches marked tits sexy. He fondles both of them while kissing my shoulders. I am completely captivated by his every movement. Perfectly in tune with the urges I am feeling but content to let him remind me that my body is still his playground, always something new for him to discover. I wonder what he will discover tonight.
Simply lovely!
Congratulations on finding someone like him!
I have to admit, I was skeptical when I saw the title, but wow, I can only hope my relationship ages this well! Thank you for sharing your writing!