Good Clean Fun

I uncurl my legs beneath the duvet, throw my arms above my head and grab onto the headboard, stretching like a cat. I push the back of my head into the pillow and yawn before saying anything to you. "Good morning, sweetheart." You turn your head to look at me with one eye open, reach across my chest with your arm and pull me close against you. I turn onto my side, tuck my head into the crook of your shoulder and rub my hand up and down your arm. Your hand strokes my back ever so lightly. You kiss the top of my head. Your mouth rests against my head, taking in the smell of my hair. "Morning, dear."

"Let me bring you some tea and breakfast?" I roll away from you, flipping the duvet away from my skin, and I sit up before my feet settle into the slippers at the side of the bed. Your hand traces down my spine and you offer only a grunt in reply. I take that as a yes. As I open the bedroom door, my hand reaches for my satin robe - "No covering that up," you say and I wink in reply before stepping out of the bedroom.

I'd bring you tea in bed, but you follow me into the kitchen a few minutes later. I boil the kettle, drinking my tea as I cook and then serve you breakfast at the table. I stand behind you as you sit at the table, one hand running through your hair and the other resting on your shoulder. I bend down to kiss the top of your head, nuzzle your neck, and whisper in your ear, "I need a wash, enjoy your breakfast, sweetheart."

I run the water in the shower until it's hot and step into the tub. As I wet my hair, the water runs down my body, rivulets of warmth trailing down my skin. I watch the path the water takes over my nipples, past my hips, down my legs. I look at my red toenails and giggle to myself. I reach down to the edge of the tub for my shampoo, bending at the waist, as you peer your head around the curtain and ask if you can join me for a wash. You startle me a little bit, and I stand up quickly, turning to face you. I grin and wink at you as I open the curtain enough for you to step into the tub with me. You lean past me, you lips grazing my nipple as you reach for my shampoo. "May I?" you ask as you open the bottle and squeeze it into your hand. I turn my back to you, tilting my head towards you and smile to myself as your hands massage my hair. The warm water mixed with your hand's caress rinses all the shampoo out of my hair.

You rub soap all over my back, your hands moving over my slick, soapy skin. You grab me by my hips and pull me closer to you. As I reach my hands slowly up and over my head, just before I touch your head, you take hold of my shoulder with one of your hands and bend me over. Your hand slides from my hip, across my ass and between my legs. Your fingers probe at me and part my lips, stroking my gently. Your fingers are coated with my wetness. You pinch at my clit, keeping my lips wide open with your palm and then pull your hand past my cunt and tickle my back hole before withdrawing your hand. I let out a gasp as you smack my ass and then plunge your thick cock into me. I'm jarred forward and recover my balance quickly as the water runs from the bottom of my back over my shoulders and through my hair. You grab my hips and pull me over your shaft matching your rhythm.

Our pace quickens as I hear your breathing change ever so slightly. I reach for something to hold and brace myself only with a handful of cold tile, my hands splayed open over the rim of the tub. As your grip tightens, my cunt tightens around your pumping dick. I'm begging you to cum, egging you on. I flip my hair to one side and look back at you. Your eyes are focused, watching yourself slide in and out of me over and over. And then you blink, your eyes open wide as you pummel me, pulling out, pushing in, harder and faster until you groan quietly, barely audible. Your hands loosen their hold, but you don't pull out. And I love it. I love feeling you inside me, filling me. I can't get enough of it. I push myself back on you and your hands reach for my shoulders, pulling me upright. You slide out of me and spin me around to face you, planting a kiss on my forehead as you rub soap all over my front.

While toweling off, you wink at me and walk out of the bathroom. I hear you from the bedroom as you're shuffling about and getting dressed, "Now it is a good morning, dear."