Tres : The Perfect Wake Up Call (1984)

Previously:
Uno : Inside The Phone Booth (1970)
Dos : After Hours In The Library (1977)


As he stood there making breakfast, he thought about the amazing night before. They had been unable to keep their hands off each other. And mouths. And literally every other body part. Even thinking about it made his heart flutter and he felt a current run through his body. He was all bare except for his trunks, which he had pulled on while getting out of bed.

They had both arrived the previous evening. Work kept them apart from each other. And now they had decided to take this weekend off to Maldives together. Today was the first day of a week of happy memories, yet to form. He couldn’t wait. She was probably more lagged than he was. He felt a little sorry for her, she must really love him, to have flown all the way to spend a week together. He liked the thought of that. It brought a smile to his lips.

He picked up the tray containing breakfast and tea, and headed to the bedroom. He passed by the living room of the cottage they had rented by the beach. The sun was up, and there was a cool sea breeze through the large windows. The curtains danced with the breeze. This was heaven.

She was still fast asleep, when he entered. He placed the tray by the bedside and sat at the edge of his side of the bed. She looked so calm and serene in her sleep. She wouldn’t shut up when she was awake. She always had a lot to tell him. Raising a 4-year old and year-old twin babies must keep her really busy, he thought, but if she was stressed, she never showed it. The only part he hated about his job was that it kept him away from his beautiful wife and kids for weeks together, and his family meant the world to him. She knew it. She liked to narrate everything that happened in her perfect little world, and it helped that he was a good listener. He could keep listening to her all day. But sometimes, he thought the only way to shut her up was to put his mouth to hers. He didn’t know any other way. He laughed at himself over that thought. Just then the light sunbeam that fell on her face every time the curtains moved woke her up, and she turned.

She was wearing only his shirt. Her hair was disheveled. Yet in that moment, she was the sexiest woman on Earth. For him. She looked up at him through those emerald green eyes, and smiled. And he went weak in the knees. He thanked his stars he was already sitting.

“Come here, you”, she stretched out her arms, still lying down, the sleeves of his shirt too long for her arms, her palms still hidden inside them. That was, to him, the sexiest sight in the world. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead. She ran her fingers through his hair. Oh, how much he loved when she did that!

“Did you have a good night’s rest, love?” he asked.

7

“Oh yes. But after last night, all I want is more”, she said and pulled him closer. They kissed.

“I made you some breakfast…”

“Thank you, but that can wait.”

“Oh?”

They kissed again, and the familiar current swept through him again. He had promised himself to make every moment he got to spend with her special, so he decided not to waste much time. He unbuttoned her shirt and swept it aside. He kissed her chin, then he kissed her neck and shoulders. He slid down to face her breasts. He nibbled and licked those juicy nipples. He knew she liked that. She let out a moan of pleasure in approval. He slid further down and kissed her navel. He placed his palms on her breasts and began to move them in circles, all the while squeezing it gently. He got up to settle between her legs where she lay. He took them in each hand and slowly spread them. He kissed her feet, then her knees, then the inside of her thighs. She had started to get a little agitated with the teasing. He mentally high-fived himself, but wasn’t letting go so easy. He let go of her legs, and resumed to hold her breasts. But this time he put his head in between her legs and kissed her vagina, his hot breath intensifying the pleasure. She gave a jerk. He appreciated the fact that she had made it a point to shave for him, even though he didn’t really mind, he was just happy to have her.

He slowly took one hand off her breasts and delicately fingered the edge of her vagina. He enjoyed making her moan in pleasure. In return, she always made it a point to let him know she was enjoying what he did to her. He inserted his index and middle finger and touched her clitoris and upper walls of her vagina. He knew exactly where her favorite spot was. She reached her first orgasm, just as he had expected her to. He bent down and licked it. It tasted like nectar. The roughness of his tongue at that wet spot was the ultimate high of all the waves that had swept her so far. She arched her back and screamed his name. She was out of breath and breathing heavily now.

“That is to remind you of what you missed, and what you will be missing after this week”, he grinned.

8“Well, in that case, it’s my turn to show you what you miss out on”, she said and pushed him over. She climbed on to him and sat saddled over his thighs. She pinned his arms to either side on the bed, and kissed him, slowly, their tongues dueling each other. She lifted her face just when it was getting interesting. Then she licked his chin and neck, as she slid down, her hair swept across his face, and she felt his arms give a tug. She giggled.

His erection was harder than ever now. She slowly licked his man-nipples, circling them with her tongue. She let his arms go, and ran her fingers through his abs, then kissed them. She slid further down, and his erection quivered. She bent down, till her breasts barely touched it. He gave a shudder. She was taunting him now. She put her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it gently, and as she began to bend over…

“That’s enough. Come here, you!” he began to sit up, but she pushed him back. She climbed on to his shaft, and lowered herself slowly, closing her eyes as she did. He let out a loud groan. She began to grind in a somewhat circular motion, her hands behind her head, running them through her hair. She bent down to kiss him again. He arched his knees to get her closer to him, and lifted his head to kiss her between her breasts. Her movements slowly quickened. She sat upright again, placed her hands on his chest, and using his arched legs for support for her behind, she moved in a diagonal motion, both of them moaning in unison with each movement. It was a new high. The fire inside her was threatening to explode. Just before climax, he sat up for more thrust, wrapped his arms around her, and gently bit her neck. They finished in one single motion, both sitting upright, with her still on top of him.

He fell back, and she slumped on top of him, still inside her. They were both gasping for breath. It was the best they both had ever experienced.

“Happy anniversary, darling”, she whispered in his ears, as she playfully nibbled on his ear lobe. “Happy anniversary to you too, my little Puffling.”

She laughed out loud. Even after all these years.

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