The soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curta..
Added 2025-04-09 18:29:22 +0000 UTCThe soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the bed. I stretched lazily, the silk sheets brushing over my bare skin, still warm from the night. There’s something about waking up like that — slow, unbothered, wrapped in softness… and anticipation.
His hand was already tracing lazy lines along my thigh, as if he'd been awake just watching me sleep. I turned my head and smiled, the kind of smile that says, I know exactly where this is going. He leaned in, lips brushing over my shoulder, and I felt my breath catch — that perfect, aching mix of tenderness and hunger.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The rhythm of our bodies, the heat rising, the way the morning wrapped around us like velvet — it was enough. And just when it felt like time itself had paused…
I shifted beneath him, letting the sheet fall away, and whispered in his ear, “What if we don’t leave this bed… all day?”
He looked at me — hungry, amused — and pulled me closer.
🔥 Part Two coming soon… and it only gets hotter. 🔥
