Jordan's Narrative
The night of February 8, 2018, felt like my wedding night all over again. As I gazed down at my peaceful wife sleeping soundly in my arms, a flood of emotions washed over me. It was a mixture of sweet and proud feelings.
Our first intimate encounter was memorable, but it paled in comparison to the passionate connection we experienced tonight. I felt a surge of masculinity and immense pride, knowing that my wife was slumbering contentedly, her satisfaction evident in her angelic face that was a few inches away from mine.
The sensation of her bare skin pressed against mine, her nipples grazing my chest, filled me with immense joy and desire for more intimate moments with her.
I softly traced my hands along her smooth skin and caressed her hips gently, hoping she would wake for another round of intimate session. However, she appeared to be completely relaxed on my body, embracing the deep slumber that enraptured her.
