When had there been a time when we lay like this, in each other’s arms?
I studied the face of the man I loved, reveling in this moment. His harsh, beautiful mouth, the strong arms…suddenly a pair of honey coloured eyes focused on me.
“Good morning,” he rumbled as I blushed, like a guilty child.
I mumbled a reply.
“I’m hungry.”’ He growled, and I became aware of his erect manhood, pressing into my side. Colouring furiously, I struggled to get up,” Breakfast??” I whispered but he pulled me down, capturing my wrists, burrowing his head in my breasts
’I want you.,’ he said and rolled over onto my body, as I gasped, imprisoned by his arms. As I arched against him, he reached for a packet on the bedside table and unfurling a condom, sheathed his powerful member, before thrusting himself into me.
After a thorough session of lovemaking, he followed me to the bathroom and as we bathed, we made love again. But the savagery of our earlier couplings was not there this time round and I relaxed, enjoying the pleasure.
Perhaps he would learn to love me...