“Good Morning Baby.” The poet whispered in her ears and kissed her forehead gently.
“Mmm…” She rolled in her bed, pushing his face away and covering her face with the blanket.
“Oh Baby,” the poet got on the bed with her and started moving his hand through her hair, “You gotta wake up baby.” He dared to say, “You got an investor meeting today.”
“But I just a baby,” she said, rolling into his arms and pushing his face into his chest.
“I know. You just a baby, my baby. But the meeting is important.” It had been some time since she had been working on creating the best perfumes ever, and this was the first time she was going in front of the investors.
“Hmm.” She finally opened her eyes and the poet couldn’t help but fall in love with all over again.
“You look the most beautiful when you have just woken up, you know that?”
“Yessh, me know. You have been telling that to me since you started hitting on me all those years back.” She said proudly, giving him a flying kiss.
“Well, I am always gonna keep telling you that baby. And I don’t want no flying kiss, I want a real mouthful of my baby’s kiss.”
“Nooooo!” She screamed, pushing his face away as he came in closer. “I haven’t even brushed.
“As if it has ever stopped me.” He forced his face closer, greeting her in a kiss, and got on top of her. “I love you, baby.”
“Hmm…” She mumbled when he paused for a breath. “You been telling me that for many years now.”
“Wouldn’t hurt if you say it back you know?” He lifted his face up, looked into his eyes, and said.
“Well, I am not in the mood.” She said, with a devilish grin on her face. She loved teasing him. It had always been the same. Him dying to hear her whisper the words of her love and him recounting his love many a time every single day.
“You are a real pain in the ass you know that?”
“Yepp, got a big and juicy ass and it gives me the right to be as much of an asshole as I want to be.” She replied proudly.
“In that case, baby girl. I guess you deserve to get fucked this morning by me, for being such an asshole.”
“Nooooo!!!” She jumped out of the bed, laughing hysterically, before he could grab her. “You don’t get to.”
And it turned into a chase. She kept laughing, running away, and finally rushed to the shower, where she tried to slam the door before he could enter. She failed, and he entered inside.
Her smile faded. The expressions on her face turned into something intense, a desire to have him, a desire to be in his arms, to be fucked by him.
She dropped her night dress, the one that had her favourite cartoons printed on it, and she watched as his eyes looked at her in awe. It had been years since they had been together for now, and he still always looked at her as if she was the most magical thing in this world.
“I love you.” He whispered, before putting his lips onto hers and sucking wildly.
“I love you too. Always have.” She replied and moaned heavily. His hands grabbed onto her tits and squeezed tightly. He pinned her against the basin, rubbed his hard dick between her legs, letting her how hard he was and how much he wanted her.
She made him undress, dragged him to the shower, and turned it on. As the water covered their naked bodies, both of them started devouring each other. He turned her around, grabbed her neck from behind, pressed his hard dick against her ass, and planted his lips over her tattoo.
It was the one with the lotus, her first ever tattoo. He had accompanied her when she had decided to get it, and as the needles had pierced her skin, he had found it unbearable to watch.
After kissing there for long, he turned her around, looked at her juicy tits that had water droplets running down, and put his mouth engulfing one of them. His fingers, at the same time, began finding their way inside her pussy, bringing out moans and delivering pleasure to her deepest cores.
“I have got a meeting Jey.” She said, “I even need to have a breakfast.”
“I have alreay made it.” He replied, kissing her lips.
“Then maybe it’s just time you start fucking me already.” She said, feeling proud of her man that she had so carefully chosen.
“As my queen commands.” He said, taking his hard thick dick with veins popping up, and putting it inside of her.
“Glad it doesn’t take long anymore, just to slide it in.” she said, winking and kissing his lips.
“Agreed.” He smiled, remembering how it had been too difficult to get his thick dick inside of her the first time they had fucked.
He held her chin in his palms, kissing her and gave her lips a bite, “I am gonna fuck you too hard baby. You better brace yourself.”
To be continued…
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