That morning, before going to work, we were in bed, half-awake. She was lying beside me, her head on my chest, her hand on my stomach, my arms around her.

"When was the last time we made love?" she whispered. "I know you'll know."

I did.

"Last Saturday night after dinner," I replied.

"A long time ago," she said. "We need to change that." My girlfriend slipped her hand under my shorts. "Let's see what else is awake," she said, taking my partially erect penis in her hand.

With her expert touch and gentle movements, my penis quickly aroused and became fully erect. I pulled off my underwear and rolled onto my side.

I knelt beside her legs and pulled her panties down off her feet. I spread her legs and touched her sensitive spot where the moisture was beginning to build up. I lifted her so I could remove her shirt, then gently lowered her and began kissing her softly and slowly on her mouth, neck, and shoulders. I stroked her breasts and nipples with my hands, then kissed and sucked on the same areas. She ran her hands through my hair and massaged my back, her legs wrapped around mine.

We could have gone on like this for hours, but eventually we stopped and exchanged glances. My girlfriend caressed one side of my face with one hand, and with the other, she led me back to her peaceful sanctuary. I settled into her arms.

Every moment of love with her is special, but the passion of the morning is different. It's slower and more sensual. We can watch each other. We don't feel rushed or burdened by the day's pressures.

We remained motionless, enjoying our time together; me inside her, her surrounding me. I kissed her gently again, and began to move rhythmically. We clung to each other's arms. Our eyes met as I began to move faster. Our breathing quickened, and our whispers turned into soft moans.

Finally, she arched her back and closed her eyes. A sigh of pleasure escaped her as desire washed over her.

It was more than I could handle, so I moaned and released my load into her. I collapsed in her arms, trembling as the last of me escaped.

She held me tenderly as I caught my breath. After a few minutes, I stood and kissed her again before pulling away.

We shared one last kiss and smiled before parting to begin a new day—a good one indeed.❤️