It would be cornflakes every morning from now on...

Like any other morning they sat across the kitchen table from one another. The assortment of breakfast foods lay before them. The chipped butter dish, that they had found at the flea market on their second anniversary, sat half empty. Her favourite homemade marmalade, with the bits strained out, was waiting for her knife to be plunged into it and great blobs ladled onto her toast. He preferred his marmalade to be shop bought, Marks and Spencers no less, with plenty of peel to savour the tang as he bit into it. A pot of coffee stood between two hand thrown mugs that she had made in the small studio out in the back garden. Cream for her and milk for him. So routined in their daily lives… each morning the same… but they had promised it wouldn’t be like this… their vows had been ones of what they wouldn’t do rather than the usual ones of; love, obey, to death us do part… both had been in that place before, with no desire for reruns.

As the resident blackbird took up its morning song the sounds of the street began to grow in volume and fill the morning air. It was spring with all that this brought forth. New beginnings. Shoots pushing up through the still cool, damp earth. Buds bursting from twigs and branches that had appeared so dead and forlorn not but a few weeks before. The radio announcer spoke of the sunny periods with occasional showers forecast for the day ahead.

From across the table she put down her mug of coffee… the back door was open and a breeze took hold and rustled the paper he was reading. He shook it, with slight annoyance, to try and hold it straight again. That was it… she couldn’t stand it anymore… no more marmalade… she wanted cornflakes this morning!!

She got up from the table and moved across to him, lowering the paper with her left hand whilst with her right she caressed his face. He looked momentarily startled and then a smile spread across his face. She lowered her lips and was met by his… gentle, tender and then both hungrily. Tongues exploring, darting in and out, biting lips, soft moans of pleasure escaped as his hands brushed over her breasts. He pulled her close and lifted her shirt over her head, cupping her breasts to his mouth, his tongue teasing her nipples until they were hard and swollen. She leant back gasping in delight at his touch. In one move he had her up and on the table. The chipped butter dish went skidding off crashing onto the floor, marmalade, coffee pot and mugs soon followed. Non of this registered as they rediscovered each others bodies and desires. He held her by the waist and, with her legs parted, pulled her towards him. His hardness pressed into her and she moaned with desire for him to take her. He was soon naked and, having removed her satin french knickers, she wrapped her legs around him, his thickness slowly opening her as he pushed himself inside… They moved in rhythmic sway. Hearts pounding, minds spinning, this was how it was and how it should be… their desires, wants, needs being meet together as one. They both felt the moment at the same time… the moment of oneness, of no return, being tipped over the edge of sheer ecstasy, the climax of their union… Bathed in sweat and breathing deeply, filling their lungs with the musky scent of their love making, they lay together amongst the debris of their morning meal, listening to their hearts beating in tune… it would be cornflakes every morning from now on…

© AF Matthews 09

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