Good morning! ☀️ It is my partner's birthday today! Leave a..

Good morning! ☀️ It is my partner's birthday today! Leave a well wish for Funny Guy if you'd like!! 🎉 Last night, we had the sweetest, most intense love making that we have had in a while. I mean, it was so completely passionate that I actually cried after I came that last time. I'm ovulating today, so even though I'm on birth control, he definitely couldn't cum inside me. (I track my cycle for double protection) but that just left room for the intensity of ~if he did. He'll do this thing where he pretends to get close, or to cum, or even hold me down and tell me how he could just do it if he wanted to, all to make me squirm and struggle and to just build tension. Which, specifically because I trust him so very much, is SO hot. In between, he of course reassures me, asks if I'm okay, makes sure I'm enjoying it. I cannot make a sound when we have sex, so when he lifts my legs and goes deeper than I've ever had anyone inside me, up against my womb.. and my vision blurs from the overwhelming pleasure.. I try as hard as I can to bite my pillow and cover my face to stay quiet. Did you know that it's actually possible to basically start blacking out when it's that good? I thought that was just some stupid wives' tale they put in 90's movies. As always, it ended with him cumming in my ass. We had turned the light on so he could get the new lube bottle open, and I think that's what did it. I held him so close, my legs up for him to be as far inside me as possible, and when I'm that sensitive, after going for an hour and already having cum a couple times, it still stimulates my g-spot through my ass. And I could see his face clearly. I could look up at him, this man who loves me, whom I trust, who has made me feel better than I though possible, in so many ways. We kissed deeply. We had been, throughout the whole night, through every position. We kissed like it was our first time again. Not out of reminiscence for having gone down memory lane recently from when we first got together. But because right this second, we love and want each other that much. It hasn't faded through time. It hasn't died out while raising our Little One or going through the boring day-to-day necessities. Even when time gets away from us and we get too busy to show the deep well of affection and settle for "I love you"s and soft quick kisses and sleeping next to each other without the luxury of cuddling first. So as I came with him, that last release, I held him tight, looking into his eyes. He didn't know I cried at first until he kissed my wet face. And it was pure happiness. I'm so unbelievably lucky. I couldn't have even imagined someone as perfect for me as him.