Waking up, my eye squints open to see a pair of green eyes staring at me with a beaming smile. Sadly, she isn’t naked as she lies on her side staring at me.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Abby greets me.
“Morning, beautiful,” I tell her as I slowly move to wake up completely. “Why aren’t you still in bed naked so I can take you again?” I’m slightly disappointed.
My arm reaches out for her and she moves closer. We kiss a smooth firm kiss, before she pulls away to grab a mug of coffee from the side table.
She licks her lips. “Sorry, someone—who is locked in the living room—needed to go out. Clothes are a must for that. I made coffee if you want some.” She offers me a white mug.
Coming to sitting, I take the mug and let the smell of coffee wake me up. “What time is it anyways?” I yawn.
“Eleven.”
I nearly spit out my coffee. Hot damn, I haven’t slept in like that in a while. “Really was my lucky night. Got the girl and the sleep-in,” I quip.
“And in five minutes you may just get the girl in the shower.” She gives me a not-so-innocent look.
My hard morning wood just doubled if that were possible.
“That is not going to be a may, that is happening.”
“I will meet you in there then.” She flashes her eyes and begins to strip off her tank top then walks to the middle of the room where she strips off her pajama bottoms and it appears she was naked underneath, which sends my head into a tailspin.
I admire the view. “This day is getting better. I’ll be there in a second.”
Taking a few more sips of coffee, I replay last night. It was new, different, and felt good. Abby is completely the opposite than what I had during my marriage. She’s gentle, not too shy, and tender. It wasn’t hot and crazy sex by any means, instead it felt as if we were two people completely invested in the moment and wanted to experience it fully through feeling, touch, and thought.
When I was married, sex almost became a negotiation, and when it did happen, it was lifeless. With Abby, she wants to very much be aware of what I’m doing and feeling. Maybe it’s new and exciting, which is why we were both very present in every touch and movement. It could be one day that feeling also vanishes. But I can’t think that far ahead. No, I’m thinking about now. And this was the sexual reset I needed.
And she is waiting in the shower for me, which is a perfect way to start the day. Because she makes me feel light and good. Hopping out of bed, I make my way to her bathroom that is off her bedroom. She’s singing softly to herself in the shower as she rubs soap over her body. This is my teenage dream on steroids if I’m completely honest.
Standing under the running water, I pull Abby close and feel her milky-smooth skin where I notice tan lines. She is slippery from lathered soap all over her body, I could easily slide anywhere I want on her, and I don’t even know where to begin.
“Hmm, I think we need to wake you up properly,” she gives me a mischievous look as I shake my head under the water to get my hair wet.
I raise a brow. “Oh yeah? I have a few things in mind.”
She slides down my body, and it goes fast as she’s covered in soapy lubricant. When she lands to her knees on the shower floor, all my energy flies to my cock that is now on full alert.
“Abby,” it barely comes out from the back of my throat.
She doesn’t speak, instead gives me a pouty sexy look as her hands grip my hips before her pink lips find my tip. I groan as her tongue glides along the bottom of my cock, taking me deeper in with every stroke. If I thought Abby was only sweet and innocent, she just threw that theory out the window.
She moans as she takes me deeper, and her entire mouth engulfs my cock. I groan as my hands find support from the wall.
“Fuck, Abby, this is a good start to the day.” I close my eyes and groan.
Her response is taking me to the end of her threshold. I feel the back of her throat, and when she gags slightly, she gently retreats barely an inch to re-establish a rhythm still deep in her throat. With every stroke, her mouth salivates and her moans grow.
My eyes take in the sight of her on her knees in a mix of lubricant of shower water and soap. I want to admire her tits and ass covered right now in slipperiness, but she’s working magic and my eyes close as my head falls back in utter pleasure. My hand fists her hair to help guide her into a pace I want in this very moment.
“So good,” I grunt. But it would be even better if I was inside her, I know I could slide in without needing my hand to guide my cock into her.
I’m getting close and my hand gently pulls her wet hair. “Stand up, I need to come inside you,” I urge her to hurry. I’m about to combust. She quickly stands. “Place your hands firm against the wall.” I guide her and she obliges.
Better than what I fantasized, my cock slides along her firm pert ass and finds her pussy covered in her arousal. My cock glides in and her moan is long.
“Mmm Lucas, you know exactly where to touch me,” she breathes as her body jolts at every pump, which tells me that I am hitting that special spot inside her. My long finger finds her clit as my body presses into her.
