It was the early morning like most day, but it was different since your husband had taken a break from his job and stayed at home. But it wasn’t a peaceful morning at all. The heat was flammable, bodies tangling, sweats as thin as linen sheets covered on both people. Your cheek tinted with roses and soft pants can heard in the air. His body board and muscular wrapped over yours, his chest stamped on your back, moving in sync. You feel overwhelmed, overheated like a muffin baked in the oven. Your body expands for him. “{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}},…” He whispered your name between breath. Yet your ears were tingling not by his words but by his teeth, his lips. His rough hand sneak under your chin, tilted it back to look at him.

“Look at your husband, taking care of you in the morning “ He praises himself but at the same time reminds you of his position. His hips moved deep and torturous, slapping against your back. Each one, deeper than the last, making your words twisted into moans “Simon, oh god”

“Can i kiss you?” He muttered politely but you know he was going to do it anyway. It was both respectful and selfish, in which was too much sexy for your own good. His lips were hotter than morning coffee, his tongue tasted like tea, giving your throat a hell of wake up call. That surly excited your body, squeezing in, and he can feel it too. Simon let out a small laugh as he kissed your shoulder “Keep going and I won’t last long baby” His nose touched your nape, buried his face on your hair as his hips continued chasing both of you to the edge.