Lazy Sundays

This one of my oldies that I'm reposting (I never quite got round to transferring them)

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My perfect day

Mornings

My eyes flutter open
I squint from the beams of sunlight filtering through my window.
It is a cold crisp morning.
I snuggle back under the duvet
Grasping at the last vestiges of warmth.
My feet stroke his shins
He makes little grunting sounds
I turn over to find a more comfortable position
And drape myself around him
Even though he’s still asleep,
His arm curls underneath my body
He subconsciously starts to stroke my back
Pressing me closer into his side
I breathe into his neck
My breasts brush across his chest
He moans slightly but barely stirs
I tuck my cold feet between his inner thighs
He always hates that.
That should wake him up!
He slaps my ass sharply and shrugs my foot off
I wait a few seconds, hoping …
But nothing. He starts to breathe heavily again.
Fine! I sigh. I give up and get out of bed.
On my way out I look back
He’s already spread himself across my bed.

The In-between Moments

Lying in bed with a tray of breakfast
He munches on his toast reading the paper
She’s drinking her juice and yapping on the phone
Hey look at this story… he starts to say
She’s still chatting on the phone and doesn’t hear
He continues reading his paper
She starts to laugh uproariously
Kicking her legs up in the air
Knocking her juice into his paper in the process
Hey! He looks up in exasperation
Sorry baby, she mouths blowing him a kiss.
He folds the wet paper away.
Looks for something else to do
She’s still chatting away
He settles on just watching her
He loves the way her hair is all mussed and sexy
He loves the sound of her voice
He loves the glow of the sun reflecting on her skin
He also loves the way her breasts jiggle in the vest as she bounces on the bed
He pulls her backwards so she’s lying against him
Starts to stroke her legs working his way up
Her breath starts to catch
His hands travel up caressing her stomach
Cupping her breasts
She is suddenly very distracted
He turns over and starts to kiss her neck
She can’t follow her train of thought
I have to go… I’ll, I’ll call you back, she says hanging up.
Then their personal conversation begins in earnest.

Afternoons

We’ve just had lunch
The dishes are piled in the sink
I am lying on the sofa cocooned between his thighs
I sip my chardonnay as the movie plays
The scary monster roars making me jump
I decide not too watch anymore
I turnover and snuggle into his side
He kisses my hair and I stroke his chest
He feeds me some of his chocolate ice cream
I lick my lips suggestively
But his attention is already back on the screen.
I huddle closer and squirm my way up to his neck.
His arm caresses down my side
I kiss his neck and kiss along his jaw
Taking a little bite on his ear
He bends and kisses me
I tuck his smile into my box of memories.
The movie continues to play.
He absentmindedly strokes my hair.
I fall asleep cuddling up to him on the sofa.

Evening

The movie comes to an end.
She is snoring quietly and there is a little patch of drool on his chest.
He moves her arm carefully and slides off the sofa
He crouches and stares at her face
She looks soo peaceful lying there
It’s almost a shame to have to wake her
He picks her up and cradles her in his arms
She gives a little moue of displacement
He walks to the bedroom and gently lays her on the bed.
He starts by kissing her feet
Working his way up to her pants
He kisses his way around the waistline
Tugging them down with his teeth
It barely registers that she’s lifting
Helping him take it off
He kisses her stomach
Licking her belly button
She inches her vest up showing him the way
His breath caresses the neath of her breasts
Mmmmhhh that feels nice, she moans.
You’re awake.
Yes I am, she says, but i'm sure you can make me more awake (wink)
He does.