Ky
I stretched my hand out to my wife’s side of the bed, wanting my baby close. All I got was cold sheets under my palm, not the handful of warm tit I was searching for, my hard cock joining me in my disappointment that my old lady had crept outta bed without telling me. Cracking open my eye, the rising sun flooded the cabin with it’s blinding light, making me wince.
I fucking hated the morning.
But my baby loved it.
What the fuck time is it anyway? I thought as I rolled over seeing the clock on wall read five a.m.—sunrise.
Sitting up in bed, I pulled a smoke from my bedside table and swung my legs outta bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor as I stretched out my back.
Slipping on my jeans, I walked from the room into the kitchen and stood at the back door, knowing exactly what I would see through the window.
And there she was, Lilah, sitting on the edge of the garden watching the sunrise come over the hill in the distance. She was dressed, as always, in a long white nightgown, but this one was sleeveless, low necked and thin strapped—an improvement on the one she used to wear. In fact, I’d burned those fuckers, they didn’t have enough access.
Since becoming my wife a couple of weeks ago, she had gradually opened up to me more, about her past, her fears. And she had finally become happy with herself. The scars on her face had freed her of her demons.
She thought herself ugly.
I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Opening the door and stepping out on to the porch, I walked over to Lilah, her head tipped back as she drank in the sun, a whisper of a smile on her lips.
Taking a final drag of my smoke, I threw the cherry to the ground and silently kneeled down, pressing my lips to Lilah’s pursed mouth.
Taking her by surprise, Lilah gasped, her hands landing on my cheeks in shock. Taking advantage of her newly opened mouth, I slipped in my tongue and Lilah immediately groaned as my tongue met hers.
Pulling back, I kissed my way over the face-long scar on her face and eventually pulled back to stare down into her big blue eyes, her black lashes seeming huge as they fluttered against her cheek. Lilah’s face was flushed and she was out of breath, but a huge smile spread on those fucking beautiful fat lips.
“Mornin’, sweet cheeks,” I greeted, flashing her a grin and giving her a wink. I sat down the dewy grass beside my old lady, immediately lying down on my back, placing my head on her lap.
Lilah’s hand lifted and combed back my hair with her fingers as she smiled down at me. “Good morning, baby,” she said quietly, then glanced away, tilted her head and pressed her fingers over her lips telling me to be quiet.
I raised my eyebrows as everything went silent, then birds suddenly began to sing and Lilah closed her eyes, just listening to the noise. A serene expression lit up her face, and her eyes drifted open to look into mine.
“Mockingbirds,” she whispered, like the sound of her voice would disturb their song.
You should always wake in the morning and listen to the birds. Flashbacks at some of her first words to me raced through my head.
I couldn’t believe that we were here right now, like this… fucking married… fucking happy.
My chest began to ache with how much I loved this woman, and I reached up, pulling Lilah down on top of me. Lilah screamed out a laugh as she landed on my chest, her hands gripping my biceps.
“Ky!” she shouted, giggling and, wrapping my hands in her short hair, I forced her down to my lips, this time wanting more than just a fucking kiss.
Running my free hand down Lilah’s nightgown, I lifted the bottom and brought it up to her waist, exposing her naked ass, before slipping my fingers back down the crack of her ass, past her *, finding her clit.