“Mockingbirds,” she whispered, like the sound of her voice would disturb their song.
You should always wake in the morning and listen to the birds. Flashbacks at some of her first words to me raced through my head.
I couldn’t believe that we were here right now, like this… fucking married… fucking happy.
My chest began to ache with how much I loved this woman, and I reached up, pulling Lilah down on top of me. Lilah screamed out a laugh as she landed on my chest, her hands gripping my biceps.
“Ky!” she shouted, giggling and, wrapping my hands in her short hair, I forced her down to my lips, this time wanting more than just a fucking kiss.
Running my free hand down Lilah’s nightgown, I lifted the bottom and brought it up to her waist, exposing her naked ass, before slipping my fingers back down the crack of her ass, past her pussy, finding her clit.
Lilah broke from the kiss on a moan and looked down into my eyes, her eyes hooded as her hips began to work against my fingers, her hips stroking my cock.
“Didn’t like you not being in bed this morning, baby. Didn’t like waking up alone,” I said as I pulled down the straps of her nightgown, her perfect stacked tits now exposed. Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth and licked at the hard, raised flesh.
Feeling her pussy was drenched, I released her tit from my mouth and rolled us over until I was lying on top of her. Making quick fucking work of snapping the buttons on my jeans, I pulled out my cock, and wrapping Lilah’s leg over my shoulder, sunk straight into her wet hole.
“Christ!” I hissed through gritted teeth as I filled my woman to the hilt and immediately started working my hips, her tight cunt feeling so fucking good.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, Lilah’s eyes closed as I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb. I watched my woman as she licked along her lips, her long moans getting louder and louder, the faster I pushed inside her.
Feeling my balls tighten, I clenched my jaw and breathed through my nose, trying to keep control. “Fuck, baby,” I said, “You’re so fuckin’ tight… so fuckin’ beautiful…”
“Ky!” Lilah cried out and jerked as her pussy started clenching my cock. Her nails dug into my neck and her fingers pulled on my long hair, making me groan. “I am close… I am… ah!” Lilah’s head snapped back and her back arched as she came. I pushed into her three more times, keeping tight hold on her leg over my shoulder and bellowed out as I came so hard that my legs actually shook.
Out of breath, I wrapped Lilah’s leg loosely around my waist and dropped my chest down to hers, nuzzling into her soft tits.“Mmm…” I murmured, licking at her damp skin, “now that’s a good fuckin’ way to wake up.”
“Yes,” Lilah said, breathlessly. “Morning’s are most certainly my favorite time of the day.”
Laughing at her attempt at a joke, I raised my head and crushed my lips against hers, only breaking away to say, “Love you, beautiful.”
Lilah blushed, even after all this time and cupped my cheek. “I love you. And you are beautiful too,” she said shyly.
I waggled my eyebrows. “Oh, I fuckin’ know that, baby. This face couldn’t be more perfect. My body’s like a Greek God’s, and my cock is as long—”
Lilah pushed her hand over my mouth, and laughed, one side of her mouth not quite as high as the other due to her scar. But it only made her smile look cuter to me.
Lilah’s blue eyes softened and she let out a sigh.
“What, baby?” I asked, stroking my finger over as much of her body as I could.
“I am just so impossibly happy. Before you I was vacant of love. Now I am replete. Before you I lived without hope. Now I am inspired. Before you I was broken. Now I am whole.”
“Lilah,” I rasped, fighting a fucking lump in my throat at her words. I tapped over my heart with my fist and said, “You’re in here, Li. You’re fuckin’ always in here.”
Lilah reached up for a kiss, and after an age, I finally pulled back. Grinning down at my woman, I pulled out from inside of her, got to my feet and held out my hand. “Let’s go eat.”
Lilah took my hand as I pulled her to stand and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, leading her into the cabin.
As soon as we entered the kitchen, Lilah moved to the cupboards and set to making food. She still loved to cook, in fact, she did it any chance she got—which got no damn complaints from me.
I sat at the table and just watched her whipping around the kitchen, humming church songs to herself and wondered how the fuck I ever lived without her before?