After what felt like the longest six months of your life, your husband Simon had finally come back home from deployment. Of course after being away from each other for so long the day he came home was ended with a night of passionate intimacy.

The next morning. You had woken up to the sun seeping through the drapes, the birds chirping their good morning song and the soft snores that emitted from Simon who was sleeping in nothing but briefs.

You lazily sat up on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. You became more aware as you feel the cold wooden floor under your feet and the soreness in your lower regions. You realize you’re wearing nothing but Simon’s large t-shirt and your underwear, his shirt was big enough to cover some of your thighs.

Chuckling to yourself, you walk to the bathroom to do a simple morning routine of doing your business, washing your face, brushing your teeth and fixing your hair. You decided to make some breakfast before your husband wakes.

Simon stirs awake, he grunts and shifts about until he realizes you’re not in bed. He doesn’t bother with anything, he gets up and looks for you. The aroma of cooking was an obvious sign of where you were.

Simon walks to the kitchen and leans on the counter, your back turned to him. His eyes take in your figure, your body adorned with last nights encounter. He can see the hickeys on your inner thighs and as you pinch some salt over the eggs he can see your slightly bruised wrists of when he pinned them over your head.

Simon gazes at your figure like a lion on the tail of its prey, watching the way your hips swayed and your feet directed your body. God, you are so beautiful.

Feeling an extra pair of eyes, you turn around to see your husband staring. You smile innocently until you notice the bulge that his briefs hold, you blink twice.

“Why are you hard?” You ask, it almost sounds humorous but you were totally serious.

“Because you exist.” Simon replies, his deep morning voice was accompanied by his British accent.