Breakfast in the Kitchen

Sabrina loved mornings with John. The warmth of the sun came into the bedroom, spreading onto their naked bodies and keeping them warm even without the covers.
She woke up before him, hugging him close to her chest.
These moments were all she wanted, to stay in bed for the day with her husband.
Sabrina knew better, sighing to herself as she pulled her arms away to watch John slowly roll over and bury himself into his pillow.
A few more moments wouldn't hurt, Sabrina tried to tell herself as she drank in the muscular form before her.
How she could have him fall for her often came across her mind but when she mentioned it, he would always reassure her that he fell for her just as hard.
Leaning forward, Sabrina pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and slid out of bed before she could indulge more.

Stretching her arms high in the air until her entire body popped and groaned, Sabrina sighed happily. Mornings were tough as much as she loved them but making breakfast was a treat.
To see John's lopsided smile melted her heart and knees weak.
She adored him so much so to bring a smile with a simple act made her whole day. Sabrina wanted to make something simple, leaning into the fridge in hopes of finding anything for the two of them.
Being so lost in her thoughts, Sabrina didn't notice her husband leaning against the door frame.
John couldn't take his eyes off his wife. She was so focused it left him grinning.
Clad in only a tank top and her dark underwear, she danced around the kitchen while opening different cabinets.
He noted how her short frame hindered her, trying not to chuckle at the sight of her trying to reach on the top shelf. She struggled to stand on her tip toes, one leg lifting as if it would help her reach even higher.
Sneaking up quietly behind her, John waited until Sabrina grunted in annoyance before he curled himself behind her body to fit perfectly against her!
One hand clutched his wife's hip while the other easily reached up to pick out the bowl she had been trying to pull down.

“Need help?”

Sabrina squeaked in surprise, unable to turn around with how close John's body was so instead she leaned her head back to see that familiar grin.
To her surprise, he leaned in for a kiss. She expected a proper kiss but only felt a peck on her forehead before he pulled away.

“You were supposed to sleep in today,” Sabrina said, finally able to turn around hold out her hand in front of her.

John set the bowl in her outstretched hand, shrugging as he leaned back against the table. Sabrina would have scolded him, knowing he was going to work tonight but when he reached out to her as wanting a hug she knew she couldn't.

“I don't go in till later. Let's enjoy ourselves, right?”

Sabrina sighed, unable to stop herself from indulging any longer. Her husband worked hard as a wrestler, both in and our of the ring so one morning together wasn't going to change any of that.
Chucking the plastic bowl onto the counter, she fell into his strong embrace.
Marrying a wrestler certainly had its perks, Sabrina thought as those big, strong hands wandered down her back before settling on the swell of her bottom.
It was no surprise when John lifted her up in an instant as if she weighed nothing.
He brought her small form higher so they were face to face, grinning at one another.

“My, however did you get so strong, sir? Are you the strongest man in the world?” Sabrina joked as she felt John squeeze her bottom to pull her closer.

It made him laugh openly and loudly, leaving Sabrina to cling to him close and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Of course. The strongest man in the universe even.”

It was Sabrina's turn to laugh, gasping when those hands squeezed to knead her the supple skin. John knew how to make her blush. All the right spots to grope and hold to make his wife moan his name.
He loved hearing her soft whimpers and gasps as he brought her over to one of the dining room chairs and plopped down with a grunt.
Sabrina reached up to cup his face and pull him down to a deep kiss.
The taste of toothpaste was refreshing on her tongue that she tangled with her husband's, mindlessly grinding down on his thigh where she was perched.
John hummed as he pulled away, staring down at her flushed face.

She was panting, trying to catch her breath after their heated kiss which made John want to fluster her more and more. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her throat as his hands slid underneath her panties to touch at her bare skin. Tiny bumps appeared under his fingertips, goosebumps appearing wherever his fingers roamed.

“John.”

His name was a sigh from her lips, soft and full of love that made him pull her to his chest.
Sabrina adjusted her legs, spreading them to straddle her husband and sit up properly where his hands could explore her body more.

“I should think I have to go easy on you,” she teased, still trying to catch her breath as John's hands left her underwear to take hold of it and try to slide it down, “For someone saying we have all morning, you sure are in a rush.”

John huffed, almost pouting but watched with eager eyes as Sabrina slipped her tank top off and helped him pull her panties off. Now nude in their kitchen on top of her husband, Sabrina felt exposed.
She wanted to feel confidant, to show her husband she was a gift to him but always doubted that feeling. Was she really enough?
The way John looked at her, a look of adoration and love made those thoughts disappear almost instantly.

He made her feel beautiful inside and out.

Telling herself enough with her doubts and fear and more focus on the way John's hands ran over her stomach up to her breasts, Sabrina lowered herself to feel the pulse of her husband's manhood against her.
She was embarrassed by the slick that had gathered between her thighs but knew John loved it.
He would often stay down there for longer than she realized, making sure her pleasure would come first before his own.

Sabrina gasped as his hands found their way to her breasts, kneading the soft tissue before leaning forward to gently suck on her left nipple while his other hand toyed with the right. It made her moan, reaching forward to hold his head against her chest as her core pulsed.
John moaned against her skin, his hips bucking up and hands moving down to her hips.

“John..”

Instead of a sigh, his name was now a moan.

“Sabrina...”

Sabrina's fingers grazed the top of his tight underwear, trying to tug at it and whined when she couldn't get a grip.
John took the hint, lifting his hips to slip off his own underwear and surprising Sabrina when his warm manhood pressed against her opening! It almost tried to slip in, leaving her to shiver and cling to her husband with a whimper.
John was much bigger than her in every way, hands groping all over before he surprised her with a kiss as she lowered her body.
John clumsily slicked himself up, chuckling at how eager his wife was. How she couldn't stop herself from grinding against the tip.
Though usually reserved and shy, during these intimate moments Sabrina knew what she wanted. She would get what she wanted.

“John~ Please!” Sabrina huffed, wanting to claw at the hand on her hip that held her back from sinking all the way down.

John, ever the tease, gave her his heart melting grin before he aimed himself against Sabrina, keeping eye contact as she slowly sank down.

The range of emotion on Sabrina's face made John shiver.
The expression of anticipation turned into one of surprise before her eyes rolled backwards as she finally sat all the way on his lap.

“Oh, you feel amazing,” John sighed, both hands finding her hips as hers settled on his shoulders.

Her chest swelled with pride as she watched her husband lean his head back, slowly rolling his hips upwards into the warm heat of his wife. She decided this pace was too slow, pressing on his shoulders to steady herself as she lifted her hips up before coming down!
She openly whined, loving how full he made her feel. In more ways than one.
The pace was set, leaving her to bounce on his lap with his fingers digging lightly into her hips. His touch was electrifying on her sensitive skin but she loved it.
Sliding her hands down his muscular chest, Sabrina laced their fingers together.

“John!”

She felt herself coming closer to the edge, her core pulsating at the pit of her stomach. Her legs were shaking and she could barely hold on any longer as she became frantic on her husband's lap.
John could tell she was close with how flushed her cheeks were. Her dark brown hair was almost falling out of the ponytail she put it in earlier and her eyes were glazing over as she was about to reach her peak.

John chuckled, pulling his hands away to hook under her legs and standing up! The action was so sudden, leaving Sabrina to almost wail as John slipped out of her!
He made his way across the room, setting Sabrina down onto the ground where she struggled to stand on her own two legs.
It didn't last long, feeling her husband's hands spreading her open and sliding in easily!
Sabrina couldn't hold back her moans, hands planted on the counter as her husband drove deep inside her. His pace was more intense than hers with them on their feet. Well, more like him planted on the floor with Sabrina on her tip toes.

Sabrina moaned as her arms shook to keep herself upright, John holding onto her hips as he kept his steady pace.
Again she was on the verge, almost reaching her peak as John pulled her closer.

John was whispering constant words of love and affection in her ear as one hand kept it's place on her hip while the other snaked down her stomach and to the spot that would finally push her over the edge!

“John!”

It was the only thing she could think of. Nothing in the world mattered at that moment. The full feeling of her husband inside her, his thick fingers teasing her clit and his lips stuck to her throat.

“Sabrina...”

That was it.
John pushed himself as far as he could go, Sabrina's head tossing back as her orgasm hit her over and over again in strong waves of pleasure.
Sabrina's body locked up as she felt John almost collapse on top of her but caught himself on the counter top.

The only sounds in the kitchen that was usually bustling with the sounds of breakfast being made was now just heavy panting. Sweat dripped from their intertwined bodies onto the floor beneath as John pulled out slowly, hearing Sabrina sigh at the feeling.
She blushed, knowing they made a mess as she peeked over her shoulder shyly at her husband.
John pulled her into a hug, kissing her lazily to bask in the glow of their lovemaking. Sabrina melted into his embrace, leaning her head on his chest when they pulled away.

“You know, we could always go out for breakfast. If you wanted to join me for a shower. Maybe for round 2?”

Sabrina could feel his renewed excitement, wondering if they would really have time for breakfast or if it would be more like lunch by the time they could pull themselves away from one another.
If she could survive the day without both meals, Sabrina knew they would spend the day together until dinner.

Without a word, John picked up his wife to hurry to the bathroom where they found themselves forgetting the time and staying in the shower until the water turned cold and lunchtime had rolled by.