I woke up on a knife edge of pain and pleasure. After the boys had all but carried me home last night, I sat in an ice bath, which was almost as bad as the fighting, then collapsed on the bed with my girl in my arms. On the one hand, my sore, achy body felt like it had been hit by a bus. On the other, the love of my life was asleep on my chest. Did she look perfect first thing in the morning? Hell no. My wife had naturally curly blond hair, meaning that she got bed hair like you wouldn’t believe. She was a light sleeper, no doubt a consequence of always worrying about Frank finding her, and sometimes she drooled in her sleep.
Was she perfect? No, but she was perfect for me. Waking up to feel her warm body safe and curled into mine was like a little piece of heaven and lying here with her in my arms gave me peace. The sun streamed through the window where we’d forgotten to close the curtains, lighting up her hair like a halo. ’Course she chose that moment to snore and wake herself up, which made me chuckle. I loved the way she gave my chest a loving rub as she checked for drool.
“Mornin’, Mrs. O’Connell,” I told her, tilting my head up to capture her bottom lip between mine.
“You’re very chirpy for someone who just got their arse handed to them,” she teased.
“I let him win,” I replied.
“Is that right?” She questioned me with one eyebrow raised.
“Sure. With a face that ugly, someone had to throw him a bone,” I told her with a smile.
“I knew you were all heart.” Any reply died on my lips as she raised herself up on all fours and kissed me. I moaned into her mouth as she brushed past my thickening cock. She’d slept in one of my T-shirts which swamped her so much that she looked like she was sleeping in a tent. Reaching behind her, I grabbed the back of it and tried to pull it over her head. I was so smooth that I ended up tangling her arms and hair in it so, by the time it was off, she’d collapsed on the bed in fits of laughter.
“Do you know what it does to my hard-on when you laugh while we’re making love?”
“What?” she asked curiously.
“Absolutely nothing. Now get your sexy arse over here and kiss my war wounds,” I replied, hauling her to me.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” she asked. I didn’t bother answering. It wasn’t even a real question anyway. I stroked my way gently down her naked spine, knowing how much it turned her on. The skin on her back was so soft that my big callused hands must have felt like sandpaper. If her low moan was anything to go by though, I was doing okay. My face was killing me, and there was only one muscle left that didn’t hurt, but none of that mattered with Em’s body this close to mine. When her tits brushed up against my chest, I slid my hands inside her panties to cup the globes of her arse. She squirmed as she rubbed herself up against my cock. I wanted to flip her onto her back and suck on her until she was screaming my name but given that I could barely lift my own arm, I satisfied myself by sliding my hand around to her front and slipping a couple of fingers deep inside her. Watching her ride them, her head thrown back in ecstasy, was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. If I wasn’t careful, I was gonna shoot my load before I even got my boxers off. With my free hand, I reached out to cup her breast and maneuvered her nipple into my mouth. Twisting my tongue around that firm, moist nub made her ride me harder. When I nipped her slightly then salved the bite with my tongue, it tipped her over the edge. Intensifying her orgasm, I rubbed gently over her clit until she literally couldn’t take any more pleasure and collapsed hard against my chest, making me moan in pain.
“Shit! Sorry baby,” she apologized, climbing quickly off me.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” I reassured her.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you’d like me to kiss better?” she asked me, provocatively.
I fucking loved seeing Em like this. Alone with me, she was sassy and confident and sexy as fuck. She only had to pretty much walk past me and I got a hard-on. Watching her tease me in just a tiny pair of panties and not trying to hide or cover herself up had my cock hard as a diamond and my blood pumping. Leaning down to kiss her way across my chest, her thigh pressed against my cock, and I had to fist the sheets to stop myself from flipping her under me and sinking deep inside her. By the time she’d shown appreciation to every one of my abs, I was on fire. She gently lifted the elastic of my boxers and pulled them down, so I lifted my arse off the bed to help. Seconds later, her lips were wrapped around my cock, and I groaned. Loudly.