“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, popping the cork on the champagne.
“Is that for us?” I ask, knowing full well that it is.
“Of course, my love,” he says, bringing the bowl of strawberries and the bottle to the bed, leaving the glasses behind. “Open,” he says, and I open my mouth to him. He pops a strawberry in and pours the champagne directly into my mouth. Too much, though. It spills out down my neck and chest. He springs into action by licking the champagne from my body before pouring even more on me. We are a wet, sticky mess when he finally fucks me, but it’s all good. We just clean each other up in the shower, and by clean, I mean fuck again. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and I pray that it’s always this way.
I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives hold, but I know it will be amazing because we are together.