“Jules?” I say into our bedroom. She’s fast asleep in our bed. Her arms beside her head, flat on her back, it brings me back to the time when I woke her up before the roosters crowed, as Jules likes to say. I think back on that morning.
She was completely bare for me. I closed the curtains surrounding our bed, just how she likes it when it’s late at night, cocooning us in our own little world. Sliding the sheet down, baring her body to me, I took in every new curve she’d earned from giving life to our children, every silvery mark on her abdomen, down to the lower swell of her stomach that, no matter how much she worked out, wouldn’t go away. I didn’t give two shits about that, though. No, I loved this woman with my whole damn body. I’d been tempted to grab my belt and wrap it around her wrists, yet I wanted something different. I wanted her sitting on my face, grinding that sweet pussy down on me as she chased her orgasm. Too bad, Jules had other ideas, and she reversed the situation. Her mouth found my cock while I fucked her with my tongue until we both found our pleasure.
My cock gets hard thinking about that moment. I will it to go down as I sit on the edge of the bed. Her hair is a tousled mess, and there are dark circles under her eyes. I have to put my foot down. She needs help, and there’s no reason we can’t afford to get it. I know how much she loves her store, but she needs to think about lessening her hours for deliveries only instead of being there as much as she can.
I whip off my clothes, leaving me in my boxers. When I move the sheets off of her body, I find her in my t-shirt she loves so much. My arm goes under her neck, and she turns to me in her sleep, and this right here is my slice of heaven.
“Hudson,” she moans, her nose finding the hollow of my throat.
“Shhh, Jules. Go on back to sleep. You need it.” I hold her as she drifts back to sleep. This right here, living on the mountain with my wife, children, and our French bulldog is where I was always meant to be.
The End