Her love

By: Marco

It is the end of another long family day.

With five children of various ages; each day is a busy one full of challenges.  There are jobs to work while also getting children to school, activities and events. Once finally at home each night, there is dinner, homework, housework and perhaps even more events to attend.

But I wouldn”t want it any other way because I am with you.

Each day and night (many times in between),  I thank God for you.  The softness of your voice always stirs me; your gentleness always touches my heart and your love for me has no limits. No matter what type of day it has been; what joys and sorrows we experience; we do it together. It makes it all worthwhile.

And now alone and the house quiet, in our own private chamber, I demonstrate my love to you.  For all you do for the family and me, it is I who wants to show you my gratitude in the most inmate way. I want this to be a gift to you.

While we may not have as much actual sex as we would like, that doesn”t mean we have lost our physical relationship. We hold hands and kiss in public. We sit close to each other on the couch while we watch television. In our bedroom, there is no TV and no bedtime clothes (which can make for an interesting time if the door is unlocked and a young child walks in). It is just me and you.

This is where we reveal ourselves to each other, where we pray together and where we hold each other rejoicing from another day together and preparing for the new one.  Many times we meet each other”s needs with the use of hands and mouths. Many times you are tired from the long day and can do very little, but cuddle. I do not consider it a husband”s right that you make yourself available to me physically on my whims. Rather I want it to be a joyous, stress-free occasion for you as well. I consider every chance I have to hold you, touch you, stroke you, make love to you as a blessing.

Tonight, I watch you from afar as you juggle so many things at one time — children, pets, work and everything else associated with daily life. I see your kindness towards others; your loving gestures towards not only our children but the neighborhood children; and a spiritual grace. I see your wide smile, hear your infectious laugh and am moved by how you are thankful to God for what you have and who you are. You excite me just by being you.

As we are alone for a moment tonight in the kitchen, I come up behind you, wrap my arms around you and kiss your cheek.  I then make the same request as I did our wedding night and many other times. “May I have the honor of making love to you tonight?” I ask.

You smile and return my kiss, saying, “I would like that very much.”

For the rest of the night, we exchange knowingly glances and when we are close, we touch seductively. Finally after the kids are in bed and the house is dark, we walk hand-in-hand upstairs, savoring each other”s presence. We are alone. We lock the door — there will be no interruptions on this night.

I pull you close as the moon beams throw their light through our windows. I whisper tender words in your ear as I sweep your blonde hair out of your sparkling blue eyes. I kiss you with feeling as I wrap my arms around you.

I lead you to our bed where we stand and I tenderly remove each piece of clothing. I remove your shirt, carefully unhooking each button as I watch your eyes. I follow with your pants and allow you to step out of them. I stand in awe of your physical beauty as I see your breasts overflowing from your bra and the pink panties covering your love triangle. I unhook your bra allowing your breasts to be free. I kiss each nipple and roll each one through my fingers, watching them respond to my touch.

I kiss you again. Then I turn you around with your back to me. I tenderly hold you in my arms. I kiss your neck and bare shoulders, running my hands slowly across the front of your body.  There is one hand on each breast, massaging carefully, pinching each nipple. Gradually, my hands work down to middle of your panties where they meet and stop. As I lightly stroke your slit through the fabric, I hear you gasp, you lean into me, giving me more room to work. You push my fingers deeper into your opening. I start to rub your mound harder and you begin to press your body closer to me.

Finally, I turn you around to where you are facing me, sliding my hands down your back and to your hips There, I finally take the sides of your panties, sliding them down your long legs. You stand there in all of your natural beauty. I cup your face in my hands and give you a deep kiss.  I run my tongue down your neck and bending down, stop at both breasts, tracing the outline of each with my fingers while focusing on your dark nipples. I alternately kiss them, suck them and lightly blow on them in a way to make them rock hard.

With you still standing next to the bed, I kneel down as I kiss the divide between your breasts, your ribs, your stomach and the marks from your three C-sections (life scars we call them). Finally, I kiss my way down to your love triangle, covered in light blonde curls. To help me gain access to your opening, you stand with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor.

The moon shines on your face and breasts as I steady you by holding your behind and I kiss your inner thighs. I then begin to explore your slit with my tongue. I feel your dampness and taste your sweetness as I probe deeper. You moan softly above me and using your hands, you hold my head in place. My tongue runs up and down your opening, gaining more access and licking up more wetness.

But there is still more to do. Finally (and reluctantly), I pull myself away from your love spot and get back on my feet.  I hold your  hand as I pull back the covers casino online of our bed. I then guide you carefully into bed where you settle among the pillows. I then begin to slowly undress, watching you all of the time. Your eyes remain on me, but your right hand is massaging a nipple and the other hand glides below the waist with a finger disappearing into your opening. That excites me even more.

I undress and my throbbing penis is in full view.  You reach up, softly take my penis in your hand and pull me into bed with you.

We lie facing each other. You throw your left leg over my right leg, giving my right hand more access to your beautiful love area. As I kiss you, my fingers are probing your opening, feeling your enlarged lips, getting lost in your wetness.

You use your hand to stroke my shaft. As your hand runs the length of it, you reach the head where there are early drops of love forming at the opening.  You touch the wetness, moving your finger to your tongue where you taste me.

“Is this for me?” you whisper. “Every last drop,” I reply. You smile.

I gently turn placed you on your left side, kneel and straddle your left leg. You bend your right leg around the right side of my waist. That movement gives me full access to your holy place. I wet my fingers, placing them on the edges of your opening. You sigh in pleasure.

Taking my penis in my left hand, I place it at your doorway. We hold hands as I slowly push inside — first the tip, then the head and finally the entire shaft. You arch your back so I can go deeper. I settle in you, our eyes locked into each other and you smile.

I begin long, slow strokes; pulling my penis almost completely out and then slowly back in. I increase the speed as I watch your body respond. You moan softly each time I stroke; as I pick up the speed, I can feel you getting close to the edge by how your right leg tightens around me.

Just when it feels to you like I will keep going, I pull out as a way to extend our pleasure. I first use my fingers and then the head of my penis to rub your clitoris. Your body reacts as I slide my penis up and down your slit. I roll you completely on your back, kneeling between your separated legs, and I come up to your face where we exchange deep kisses for what seems like minutes.

“Would you do the honors?” I ask. “With pleasure,” you reply.

You reach underneath me, take hold of my penis and guide into you once again. We both gasp as I slide fully enter your chamber.

There is no stopping this time. I support myself with my hands and arms on either side. You grab my arms as I begin to move in and out of you; slowly at first and then picking up speed. I watch you as you close your eyes and your tongue plays across your lips. With each stroke, your tighten your grip on my arms and lift your legs higher. With each pump, I push deeper into you. You arch your back and your mouth opens as you reach the tipping point.

Quicker and shorter strokes now. I feel your body tense up, you moan and your head rises from the pillow as the orgasm flows over you. Watching you only feeds my desire and I can hold out no longer. With my own moan, I let go, depositing my love steam into you. You hold onto me until my body stops shaking.

Afterwards, I stroke your face, kissing you as our breathing resumes to normal. We remain as one until my exhausted penis slides out of you.  We exchange “I love yous” and settle in each other”s arms.

As I fall into sleep, I think about others who may have more money, bigger homes or better cars. But I am loved by you and that is all I will ever need.

 

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