Bare Witness: A Morning After

I woke up a little before our much-too-early alarm. I looked toward you and saw that your arm was up on your pillow beside your head, exposing your bare breast. We both fell asleep naked after a wonderful and exciting time of hot sex last night. The lingering heat still radiated from your skin, a tangible reminder of our shared abandon. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure; there was a deep connection, a silent understanding that bound us together after such a raw and vulnerable experience. The remnants of your scent clung to the sheets, a subtle perfume that intensified my desire, pulling me closer.

I snuggled up under your arm and rested my head just below your shoulder, and my face rested on your breast. The warmth spread through me, easing the lingering ache from our passionate encounter. After a few minutes, you rolled onto your side, facing away from me, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. Now I could press my naked body up against your warm back and mold into the curves of your butt. My hand caressed the side of your thigh on its way up to wrap around your chest and cup your other boob. The texture of your skin, still damp from the previous night, sent shivers down my spine. I traced the line of your spine with my fingertips, savoring the feel of your muscles beneath my touch. After a few more minutes, the alarm went off, reminding us that we have responsibilities outside of our marriage bed and our room. And three of those responsibilities had to get ready for school soon.

I squeezed you one more time, remembering in that quick moment the enjoyment of pleasuring that lovely body and being pleasured by it the night before. The memory of your moans and gasps, the way you arched and writhed in ecstasy, still burned vividly in my mind. I reached above my head to turn on the light and rolled over to turn off the alarm on my way out of bed. You gently rocked onto your back. I followed my usual path around to your side of the bed to give you a good morning kiss. The blankets barely covered your naked body, and I bent down to kiss your stomach. I let my beard rub against you and heard your quiet approval. I dragged it across your skin as I moved up to deliver your expected kiss, circling around each of your beautiful large boobs, lightly kissing each nipple as I passed. You gasped in pleasure. I reached your lips and delivered the overdue kiss.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said with a smile that I hoped communicated how enraptured I am with you. My eyes traced the curve of your hips, lingering on the swell of your breasts. The sight of you, still vulnerable and exposed, filled me with an overwhelming desire.

“Good morning,” you moaned back, stretching your arms above your head. This motion thrust those gorgeous boobs up, and I couldn’t help but take one in my mouth, gaining a louder cry of approval from you. The taste of your skin, a mix of sweat and arousal, was intoxicating. I continued sucking rhythmically, drawing out every last drop of moisture. My hand instinctively moved to your thigh, finding purchase on your smooth, taut flesh. The anticipation built with each pull, and you let out a small moan of pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of desire and control.

As I sucked one of your big hard nipples into my mouth, your arm returned to your side and found my growing cock. Your hand worked its magic, and I was rock hard in seconds. The heat intensified, spreading throughout my body. I wanted to let you continue that action as long as possible, but we had to get on with our morning routine. So I kissed you on your luscious lips one more time and reluctantly pulled away from your gifted fingers. The lingering warmth of your kiss was a welcome distraction from the urgency of the day ahead.

I started the water warming up for our daily shower together. I love starting our days together this way. Knowing that, on most days, we will soon be going our separate ways for a short while makes this time together so precious. Even when the shower ends up being merely practical due to time constraints, I still enjoy these moments with you. It’s our time, alone, together. I love how you back up against me while we stand under the water, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. It always reminds me that God made you for me and me for you. I enjoy how you let me wash your hair and how you wash mine, how I get to soap you all up and run my hands over your slippery skin in the process of cleaning your body. I love how you don’t mind that I take a little longer to clean some of my favorite parts. I’m convinced that you go out each day with the cleanest boobs around. Then you return the favor and wash me up. And I don’t mind either when you linger on your favorite parts.

I realized we had to advance in a timely manner, but something about you had me feeling more amorous and desiring you more than usual—though I wouldn’t have thought that were possible. When you backed up into me this morning, you reached both hands back to where my thighs join my butt and squeezed us together a little tighter. As the water cascaded down your curves, you looked a little more sexy than usual (again, if that is even possible). As I soaped you up, your skin felt smoother, warmer, and more electric than usual. Your boobs felt more sensual. As you turned away from me so I could lather your back, I stared at your beautiful ass while my soapy hands slid over those familiar curves. The water ran over my fingers, creating a slippery trail as I traced the lines of your body. My gaze lingered on the swell of your hips, the curve of your thighs, and the subtle flex of your muscles.

I moved a little slower than usual, captivated by the glory of the sight before me. As my hands helped the water rinse away the soap, I leaned my head towards your ear and said, “Have I told you how much I love this butt?” I let my beard brush against your skin, feeling the heat of your body against mine.

“Not today,” you answered, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

“Shame on me,” I told you. “I love to run my hands over it. I love to squeeze it. I love to kiss it. I love to rub my beard over it. I love the curves of it. I love to bang against it while I fuck you. I really love this butt.” My hands kept rubbing all over your butt as I kept my face close to your ear to make sure you could hear me. Your moans told me you liked what you were hearing, and I liked saying it.

I turned you around to rinse off your front. When my hands began sliding over your boobs to help rinse them, I asked you, “Have I told you how much I love these boobs?”

“Not today,” you answered.

“Well double shame on me. I love how big and round they are. I love to feel the curve around the outside and under the bottom.” My hands demonstrated as I spoke. “I love to squeeze them. I love the way they hang naturally. I love the way they are lifted together by your bras or clothes. I love the way they bounce when—”

“When you’re fucking me,” you interjected.

“Well yes, but not just then,” I continued. “I love how hard your nipples get.” I rolled them between my fingers a little before taking them in my mouth. The water rolling down over these beautiful hills provided a drink for me as I sucked them. Releasing them, I continued to speak, “I love how turned on you get when I play with them. I really love these boobs.” Your breathing was intense now, your moaning almost constant.

I resumed making sure I rinsed you thoroughly. My hand moved down your stomach and slid between your legs, and you adjusted your stance, spreading your legs a little bit more. As I began running my fingers along your lips, I asked again, “Have I told you how much I love this pussy?”

You giggled slightly, recognizing the obvious pattern, and replied, “Not today.”

“I love to run my fingers through it. I love how velvety soft your lips are. I love how wet you get and how hard your clit grows when I touch it. I love to lick it and suck on it. I love drinking up your juices. I love the way it feels as my cock parts your lips, the way it grips my shaft. I really love this pussy.” Like before, my fingers worked as I spoke. Between my rubbing your clit and my mouth close to your ear, your vocalizations escalated way beyond moans.

You were obviously close to orgasm, so I couldn’t stop. I continued to rub with more precision and intensity and lowered my mouth to one of your nipples. I sucked it hard into my mouth and pressed underneath it with my tongue. The sensation was electric, sending shivers throughout my body. Your body tensed, you tightened around my fingers, and your legs quiver slightly. “Yes! Oh YES! THAT’S IT! YES!” you shouted as the orgasm washed over you. I slowed my rhythm and let you come back down from your climax.

After giving you a moment to catch your breath, I kissed you and brushed my hand down your cheek. “Have I told you how much I love this face?” I asked. The tenderness in my voice was genuine, reflecting the depth of my feelings for you.

“Not today,” you replied with a smile and a sigh.

“I love this face so much.”

“Especially after I just orgasmed,” you playfully add.

“Yes. But not just then. Always. It is so beautiful, but I don’t have time now to tell you all the ways. I honestly meant to keep this shower somewhat quick. I just had to say all those things to you.” I kissed you again.

“I still need to wash my hair, though,” I said. You looked at me with that grin on your face knowing that washing my hair usually involves more than lather and rinse. I handed you the shampoo and knelt in front of you. As usual, this put your boobs right at face level. As my hands reached for them, I informed you, “I suppose, to save time, I should suck both of them together.” My hands lifted them and pressed them together so my mouth could reach both nipples at once.

I knew you always like this, but this time you were becoming much louder with your expressions of pleasure. This was definitely not going to save time. I continued to rub with more precision and intensity and lowered my mouth to one of your nipples. I sucked it hard into my mouth and pressed underneath it with my tongue. The sensation was electric, sending shivers throughout my body. Your body tensed, you tightened around my fingers, and your legs quiver slightly. “Yes! Oh YES! THAT’S IT! YES!” you shouted as the orgasm washed over you. I slowed my rhythm and let you come back down from your climax.

Once standing, I backed you up against the side shower wall and continued to rub your clit. It didn’t seem like you had finished yet. One of your hands found the back shower wall for steadying, and the other hand found my hard cock and instinctively stroked it. You were definitely still on top, and I was enjoying the ride. You let out another loud moan as you continued to give me a quick head start before you took control of the situation. The feeling of your wetness on my shaft was intoxicating, a powerful combination of desire and pleasure. The shower walls were shaking with your moans and cries, and the sound of your body moving against mine was a symphony of lust and arousal. I took a moment to soak in the experience, savoring every sensation, every touch, every breath. Then, when I felt you were ready for another round, I leaned in and kissed you deeply, knowing that our exploration of pleasure was far from over.

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