Twenty-Three
When I wake on Saturday morning, my beautiful, sweet goddess is sprawled across my chest. Her right arm around my torso and her head resting on my left pec. Her hair is a tangled, beautiful mess obscuring her lovely face.
My God, I am one lucky bastard.
For several long minutes, I enjoy the feel of her body on mine as I lightly trail my hand up and down her spine. She inhales deeply before releasing a long, soft sigh. I smile and then shiver when she turns her head and presses a soft kiss to my chest.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I rasp.
“Morning,” she says through a yawn.
“Do you need more sleep?” I tease.
“I don’t know,” she smiles up at me through her lashes. “Do you plan on wearing me out again today?”
“Only if you allow it.”
“You know I will,” she breathes. “Because you know I love it when you take care of me.”
With that, she rises up to kiss me. Then we go about our morning with a light breakfast and some coffee before I settle at my piano again. At my insistence, Sadie gets comfortable on the couch with a book. She’s wearing a simple jersey dress that hugs her beautiful curves. At her insistence, she’s not wearing anything underneath. Which was already driving me insane because I could see her hardened nipples underneath the soft fabric.
Even so, I do my best to focus on my song and not my need for her. However, she somehow seems to sense when I’m struggling. And before I break my concentration, she’s right there for me. Giving me exactly what I need to keep moving forward. Twice now, I’ve only given her pleasure. Now, an hour and a half later, I can’t find the right sound for the ending. A soft curse leaves me. Then she speaks my name.
“Brock.”
When I turn my head, she’s there. My goddess and my muse, gloriously naked and achingly beautiful.
“Sadie,” I breathe.
“You’re almost finished, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I nod. “I’m trying to, yeah.”
“Let me help you,” she whispers.
I want to protest, but both of my heads need help right now. So, maybe if she can take care of my cock, my brain will come back online and let me finish things out. I rise and walk over to lift her into my arms. Then I carry her to my bed and lay her down. As quickly as I can, I strip and cover myself with a condom. I crawl over her and sigh as I push myself inside her.
“Everything,” I breathe as I brush my hand over her cheek. “You are my everything, Sadie.”
“And you’re mine,” she whispers back.
I smile and press a soft kiss to her lips. Then I love her with as much tenderness as I can. Singing the lines of the song against her skin as I tease her with soft kisses across her collarbone and her neck and the swell of her breasts. All the while, she whispers her love to me. Her sweet words bringing me closer and closer to the edge. And she’s right there with me. I can feel it in the subtle tension in her body as she moves with me.
“Sadie,” I pant.
“Yes, Brock,” she mewls. “I’m with you. Give me more.”
No sooner do I increase my rhythm, I’m lost. She cries out my name as she comes with me and the ending of the song fills my head as I keep pushing into her, making this moment last as long as I can. When I collapse on top of her, she immediately wraps her arms around me and holds me close.
“So good,” she pants. “Always so good.”
“Thank you,” I breathe. “I love you, Sadie.”
When I lift my head, she’s smiling at me. I smile back and kiss her. Then she giggles and pats my ass.
“Well, go finish it,” she whispers. “I want to hear it all.”
After another hard kiss, I do just that. I clean myself up and stay naked as I settle back at the piano. Sadie does the same on my couch, but she doesn’t pick up her book. No, she keeps her focus on me, and I love it. Twenty more minutes pass and I’m done.
“Okay,” I smile at her. “Are you ready?”
“Always.”
“Come here,” I say. “Sit beside me.”
When she’s settled, I take a deep breath and begin. She rests her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my waist while I sing. After I release the last chord, I feel the first tear on my skin. I turn my head just as she straightens. Although she’s crying, she’s smiling.
“That’s so beautiful,” she whispers. “I love it.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
With the bulk of my work finished, we decide to head out for the rest of the day. We take a leisurely stroll through the city zoo and then find an out of the way restaurant for dinner. By the time we get back home, I’m content to simply hold her in my arms until we fall asleep.
So, that’s what we do.