The woman behind it all

It was Sunday morning. Scarlett and Ryke were still intertwined in bed, sharing a deep, sultry kiss. Scarlett had her leg wrapped around her husband’s waist, moaning at his eagerness to please her. His tongue had invaded her mouth, exploring though he was already pretty familiar with it. She tilted her head back to give him more access, not wanting this moment to end. Ryke passed his hand in her blonde hair and soon enough, he was on top of her, already trying to remove her silk shorts. Scarlett chuckled, breaking their kiss to look into his eyes: “We’re not having sex again, Ryke. Do you know what time it is?” He groaned, checking the alarm clock sitting over the night stand. It was almost twelve P.M. and way past breakfast time. They were both starving but hadn’t manage to drag themselves out of bed yet. Ryke turned to Scarlett again, kissing the side of her face and making her laugh. “What about the time, babe? He asked in his low, raspy voice. “It’s Sunday, we can stay in bed all d