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 t...