“Julia? What are you doing?” I sluggishly asked. I woke to a most pleasant sensation between the sheets and realized that I was just along for the ride, my wife on top and moving gently.
She giggled and said, “Wait for it? Just hang in there a few more seconds? Please?”
I felt the rush of warm bliss along with an electric tingling sensation wash over my groin area and then suddenly through me as my own release took hold a few seconds later. Julia is anything but a selfish lover and never takes without giving something back and this morning was no different.
“Are you ok?” she asked a little breathlessly as she trembled from her orgasm which seemed to be an endless gift that was continuing to give this morning. “Oh yeah,” I replied smiling up at her.
She kissed me lightly as she lay on top of me still slowly moving her hips. “I just want to enjoy your hardness for a while longer, “she said softly. “I hope you don’t mind? Sorry about the early wakeup call but…” I gave her a gentle squeeze. “Why would I mind?” I asked. I then quietly chuckled and said, “It feels so good waking up with you like this. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I felt her orgasm building up again. It was like a very slow surf, each wave crashing on the beach in slow blissful motion. And… Much to my own surprise, I found myself coming without warning inside her again. We both laughed when it happened and a minute later Julia peaked and then simply lay trembling in my arms.
I was still inside her as she lay on me, shaking a bit. “Are you cold?” I asked her. “No,” she said. “I’m just…” Her speech was slurred a bit and a few seconds later she drifted off to sleep again.
Nature was running its course and I loved the entire process. It’s kind of awesome to be a human bed mattress when you have such a gorgeous young creature laying on top of you. She can wake me up like that again, “Any time!”
Only an idiot would complain about her doing that and I’m lucky to have her. Not just because of the way she loves me in bed. It’s more because of the way she loves me, “Period.”
She tells me constantly that other women just don’t know what they could have had if they had simply gotten over themselves and that I should have been snatched up long ago. She also lets anyone know who dares to question her decision to marry a blind person that, “If all you can see is a physically defective person you yourself might want to get your own eyes checked.”
She’s polite about it but pretty firm with folks who bring it up. “They don’t do it again.”
When we finally did get out of bed this morning, Julia went to her therapy session, which is mandatory for her if she wishes to maintain her own license to practice. While she was out, I finished converting the third volume of L.J. Smith’s The Secret Circle from Audible to MP3 format. Then I took care of a few minor changes to websites requested by clients.
We did laundry and stuff, having gone another few intense rounds on the living room couch while waiting for the drier to work its magic. Then we took a walk out to Friendly’s for dinner.
When we got back, having totally enjoyed the feeling of a long yet nice brisk walk, Julia went into her study for a while to read, journal, get paperwork caught up, etc. Me? I just hung out on the couch in my own study listening to my Dream Play List. I must have dosed off for a little while because the next thing I know, “I heard slow gentle breathing in my ear.”
“Come to bed,” she said. Then she giggled and kissed me saying, “Ok. Let’s detour to the bathroom for a shower together first and then bed.” And… You know? “That worked just fine for me!”