Fifty-four

I wake before Brandon, my heart hammers in my chest as I lean over to place a kiss on his lips. His eyelids flutter open, a look of recognition flashes across his face and he pulls me into his embrace to deepen the kiss. Throwing my leg over his, my body melts into his and I grind my pelvis on his hips, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue.

We separate some seconds after to catch our breaths, I trace a line down the centre of his hairy chest, a content smile playing on my lips. Propping my jaw on his chest, I pout when I catch him staring down at me. His hand cups my butt through my robe, I sink my teeth into my lower lip without breaking eye contact. As inexperienced as I might be, I want to do so many wickedly delicious things to him, to learn every part of his body.

"Good morning, wifey, you slept well?" He massages my butt when I offer no reply, his palms cover my hands laying flat on his chest and he says, "Your hands are shaking."