On a Sunday afternoon

You’d think the ache of wanting you would have subsided after last night. I woke while you were making breakfast. Delicious smells found their way to the bedroom, where I propped myself up with pillows and sighed a happy sigh. Last night was the best sex I ever had, and the way you curled into my arms afterward put me right to sleep. 

Sunday means a lazy morning: breakfast and church. Afternoons often mean bbq, naps, and cuddling on the couch. You made a fantastic breakfast. With a full stomach, I dressed quickly for church and smiled in the mirror next to you. You leaned your head on my shoulder and made a pouty face. I knew you wanted to stay home and fuck again, but you know how I am about church. 

When we got to church, you looked hard at me in the car before we got out. I knew that look. I battled my hands the entire service because all I wanted was to touch you. I envisioned ripping your dress off, pulling your underwear to the side, and ravenously destroying you in the garage as soon as we got home. The rest of the service was a blur. Finally, we were on our way home. 

But you beat me into the house! I couldn’t catch you. Why were you running? I walked inside and you were nowhere. Dejected, I claimed the couch for the afternoon and quickly fell asleep in my church clothes. 

Your hand on my shoulder woke me. I groggily smiled and sat up as you threw the blanket aside and straddled me. Shock must have registered on my face because you patted my head and pulled off your shirt, revealing your astounding breasts at eye level. I kissed them while you removed every barrier between us until I was inside you while I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into your back. You ride me like I am a piece of exercise equipment, like you have a singular objective — to get off. You moan and bounce harder on my cock until my breath catches in my throat, my body preoccupied by the orgasm ripping out of me. At this exact moment, you cum too. You planned this! I laugh to myself and smile into your chest. You wanted to be on top, in control. We are still now, and I feel your heart pounding. I listen closely. You wanted me. You had me. You have me. Forever. My love.