Winter Bloom, Summer Seed

Hello, friends! I hope all of you are doing well and are enjoying the weather as spring comes into full view. I have been watching in adoration as the flowers grow in our garden, and I cannot wait to see what things this spring and summer bring us. However, I look forward to December, when our first baby is set to arrive! As of writing this, I am just over two months pregnant. My sweet hubby is crunching numbers for finances, rubbing belly cream to assuage the fear of stretch marks, tracking my diet to ensure I get everything I need, and taking me for walks every week so that I get some cardio and physical activity. He has gone into pure family-man mode, and I believe this may become his default setting.

My husband wrote the last story to come out of this account, and he told me it would be better if I did not read it. Instead, my wonderful man summarized, saying he had written about things he finds sexually attractive and beautiful about me. Now that I am pregnant, it would seem that my already emotional self has heightened in intensity, so him telling me this was enough to make me cry!

Although I still desire him, I am having trouble in bed during my pregnancy, and I think morning sickness is also a factor. My hubby has been very understanding and honestly quite self-controlled during this time. I am sure that my hormones will change over my pregnancy, but for now, they are pretty rigid. I am trying to be intimate in other ways that my body can more easily handle while fulfilling our sexual needs for one another. I will write about those methods in another story, perchance.

So finally, I come to the topic of this story: I wanted to write a list of things my husband does, says, whatever it may be, that, well… water my flower, lol. I intend to keep this post a bit of a secret until it is released, so a note to hubby: I love you, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as you’ve come to enjoy me. ??

Never Miss a Kiss

My hubby had spent so much time and resources organizing the honeymoon and ensuring we had a smooth experience throughout the wedding and the trip. I decided to get him a new watch because he is a big horology man and has had his eyes on one for a while. I remember him telling me about that exact model while still in college! So I presented the watch to him and put it on his wrist the first day of work after we got married.

“Sweet, if you are ever having a bad day, just look at this watch and take deep breaths for a bit. Remember that I am always here, holding your hand.”

He looked at me confused, almost as if he were lost.

“Darling… I… thank you.”

With that, he leaned forward and hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around his big shoulders. He stayed that way for what felt like forever, but I wasn’t complaining. I love getting my arms around the man God sent down for me. He is not demonstratively emotional, but when he holds hugs or doesn’t let go of my hand, I know it is sincere; he silently conveys his emotions to me.

My husband grazed my chin with his hand and tenderly pulled my face to his for a kiss. His lips tangled with mine, dancing slowly but deliberately across my mouth and tongue. I relaxed my arm around his neck, lightly stroking his hair with one hand while the other rested on his chest.

When he leaned away, I looked down at our feet. I was absolutely smitten. What a kiss; what a man; what a life! I thanked God for moments like this because I know when life gets more challenging, they become few and far between, and remembering these moments will keep the love flame bright and fiery.

He used his hand to lift my chin, giving me that smoldering look from behind his spectacles. I bit my lip and straightened the collar on his dress shirt, making sure to run my hands softly over his chest and feel his manly strength. I kept my eyes and hands busy because I dared not to look up into his chocolatey eyes.

He leaned in and said, “I love you, Sophia. Can you believe it? It is my first day going to work as a married man.”

Moments like these are why I love to kiss him every morning; it truly helps me connect with him. Feeling our tongues lace with one another acts as a potent drug that brings me back to him daily. There are morning kisses that make his hands wander along my hips and legs. The evening kiss is arguably even better! He may display his usual seriousness when he returns from work or sees me at my job after work, but he gives me a soft yet passionate kiss. He always tries to help with what he knows and can do at home after work and spends time with me so that we both have relief from the humdrum of daily life.

We promised each other never to stop this. No matter how difficult the rise, how long the day, how short the night, we must kiss before parting ways in the early hours and reuniting in the waning hours. This sort of thing allows us to prepare ourselves mentally for lovemaking. I can feel his manhood stir below me each time, and his heat radiates as his tongue mixes with mine. Sometimes, I think about reaching below and touching him on his hotrod through his pants, making it difficult for him to go to work with such a massive, boiling hot mast—but I would not want to put him through that, lol. I find myself waiting for his touch all day; it brings me great joy.

On a typical day, a kiss (morning or evening) shows me that he thinks: This is our home, you are my home, where I belong. And he is right to believe that; he does belong with me. His body belongs with mine on our marriage bed. His lips belong with mine, dancing in passionate heat. His manhood belongs solely in my womanhood, stroking in and out, harder and faster every second that passes away. As I said, such love given to us by God is a potent drug.

The Control

I love giving the lead to my husband, submitting to him in a Biblical marriage wherein we lovingly serve one another and bring glory to God by growing and cultivating a good life. It brings me great joy that he leads with dignity, loyalty, and goodness of heart. I also prefer when he leads in some rather naughty ways, lol. I enjoy sexy time better with him when he is in full control. Over the past several months, through various experiences with him, I am growing to like that control more and more.

To clarify, I do not mean initiating physical intimacy or undressing me before I undress him (although he often does these things.) I mean total control of himself and me. I am unsure if this is natural or right, but I find myself thinking about him throughout the day, wishing he would open the door, pick me up, throw me on the bed, and have his way with me. I like how he sometimes holds my hips when we make love, pulling me onto his piping hot manhood as I scream in delicious agony, almost begging him to do that again, to pull me back and use me as he wishes.

Perhaps he places his hand on my throat and leans in for a deep, demanding kiss that probes my mouth. I love that: it is just so sexy to me, lol. I cannot believe I am thinking like this, let alone writing it, but I lose myself to him in those moments, and I can tell he lets go of any inhibitions and loses himself in me.

Another favorite is when I am on my hands and knees, and he lightly pulls my hair, just enough to make me arch my back as he pounds nonstop into my flower. I feel like begging him to come back every time his steaming hot rod leaves me, but when he does, I want him to fill me even more, explore the reaches of my inner bounds. He does this every time, and I feel so loved. It is as if he reads my mind and does what would give me so much happiness. In those moments, it is as if he claims me as his wife, his only desire.

After such exhilarating times, as I fall asleep cradled in his arms, I think: Yes, I am your woman, and your love is all for me! It brings me to tears knowing that we share such an amazing sexual relationship, and I thank God for it.

There have been various times with him where his more primal nature emerged, and I have greatly enjoyed it. Each time seems infinitely better than the last. How sweet it is that this part of him is solely mine! I intend to let him express it as he pleases because he certainly makes me wet like a waterfall whenever he acts like that! Oftentimes, I have reached an orgasm simply from him being rough with me. Note: he has never harmed me in any way, always making sure I am alright with this part of who he is, but being rough with me in the way he makes love to me is something I love for him to do. Each sexy time we share, I await the surprise moment when it happens. It is almost a new experience each time. I remember one particular day that sums up precisely what I mean, but I will not share that here; I plan to write a separate story for that!

Now, I realize that this may not be every couple’s vision of marital intimacy, but for me, it does wonders. We both enjoy this! His being more dominant elates me! It is powerful ambrosia that could cure any of my sufferings or ailments, and he so lovingly gives it to me.

My Superman

Now that I have written a bit about his more dominant and commanding nature, I should mention that he does not always exhibit that every second of the time we spend together in bed. But every time we do have sex, he adds that. I am not sure whether he does this intentionally or not, but I would not put it past the cheeky man to do so, lol. But even outside our bedroom, certain aspects of him make me want to fall weakly into his arms. One of them is his muscles, which I know wane with age, and I will love him then as I do now. But, he is a strong man whose physical presence makes me feel safer.

He is a large man, standing about 8-9 inches taller than me. Height is not an issue to me; he was a good bit shorter when I first met him, and he captured my heart then as he does now. But the man uses this to his advantage, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the bedroom or various places in the home. Now that I am pregnant, he does this to humour me every once in a while, which will be more useful as my baby bump gets a bit less manageable over time, lol. However, the prankster also puts sugar on the top shelf and places things where I can see but never quite reach them. I have a feeling that any future sons will “magically” inherit this little trick. ??

He is very much into working out and does most of his exercising in our small home gym. After his morning workout, he will walk into our bedroom and take off his shirt, throwing it into the hamper. He then removes his shorts before throwing on a towel and ridding himself of his underwear. Now, I am sure you ladies know that sometimes our husbands can be a bit smelly, specifically after some hard work or exercise. Sometimes I feel bad asking my hubby to take a quick shower before any intimacy because Lord knows he can’t control sweat.

However, I must admit there’s something about seeing him covered in a light sheen of sweat, his muscles bare, his hairy chest and abdomen glistening in the light of the morning… oh, I am drowning in desire for him! His body flexes all over, and his chest rises and falls with deliberate breaths. I have to hold myself back, although some mornings, I have walked up and just started talking to him or massaging his back and shoulder muscles. Suffice it to say that these moments have led to some invigorating morning playtime that I am sure sent him off to work with a pep in his step. It also served as some extra cardio for both of us, hehe. As for my step, my knees were weak, and I could barely think straight, let alone walk straight: the best possible result of such a morning.

He is old-fashioned in all of the right ways. I know when I say that, there are a few negative connotations. My husband put it into the best words, and I will paraphrase him here. He said that a husband who lovingly fulfills his duties towards his wife is a difficult thing to be. Choosing to do the right thing is seldom easy, yet we are called to do it. He, as a man, is called to do it. So he does not prefer the terms “old-fashioned” or “modern man,” but rather “God-fashioned.” It may have been alright in “olden” days for a man to strike his wife, yet this is a grave sin. A man who abuses his wife is hardly a man who follows the wisdom of our Lord! Nowadays, it may be more right for a man to not actively seek to protect and provide happiness and wellbeing for his wife, but this is a man lost from the path that has been so kindly set for him. My husband says he will follow God because God’s words and wisdom are timeless, not old or new—a beautiful truth. God commands a man to love his wife as Christ loves the Church, and I can say with great joy that I have never felt more loved, whether in life, in our intimate moments, etc. My husband has rooted this in his words and actions, which I can gladly describe as chivalrous.

One of the primary reasons I fell in love with him was that he was not a chauvinist who sought to be selfish in relationships, viewing women as barely human or objects of pure lust. Nor was he a man too weak in character and spirit to lead a family and a marriage with great compassion and heart. Instead, he was a gentleman, a chivalrous knight, a stoic young man who captured my heart not even through his words—which seldom left his lips—but rather purely through how he treated me—and other women.

Whether he’s opening doors, offering to drive, pulling out my chair, giving me his coat if I am cold, offering his arm… oh, the list goes on. However, I remember one specific event that set him apart from everyone else, which happened while we were still dating in university. One evening, I invited him to the library for a large study group with many of my friends who shared a class with me. He did not know that it was an all-girls study group, so when he showed up, he was a bit taken aback but kindly joined and started on his work. He was cordial and respectful. I remember them telling me how lucky I was and that such a man would only show up once in a lifetime. Oh, how right they were!

But what happened next was what captured my heart. We studied pretty late into the night; it was already after 11 pm on a Friday, and we all got ready to go home. Our campus did not have the best party reputation, so it was common to run into other people who were intoxicated. More worrying to me as a girl: some young men were awfully rude when under the influence of alcohol or other substances. My husband got in between them and the girls, told the drunken men to—and I quote—bugger off, then walked my friends the rest of the way home. By the time he got to his place, it was nearly 1 am; he had to walk them to the farthest place on campus to drop them off safely and then to the direct opposite corner of campus to his dorms. He could have taken me home, and that would have been it. Or, he could have assumed a group of five ladies could handle themselves, but he did not.

This is only one of many circumstances wherein he took the role of a protective, stern, assertive man who did the right thing to ensure those around him were safe and sound. My friends were all gleeful that they got to meet him. However, I was most happy since, in the end, I became his wife, and he became my husband.

To Conclude…

My husband usually does not read MH stories apart from mine. I have told him not to read this one, just as he told me to do for his story. It is a surprise for him, a note of appreciation for how helpful he has been while I am with child. He has showered me with love and intimacy over the past 11 months. This man is, and always will be, the love of my life, and God so blessed me by making me his helpmate in life! I hope you all enjoyed the story. God Bless you all, and our prayers go out to you! I am eager to hear what about your wife or husband drives you mad with love or what you most appreciate about your spouse!

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