There is nothing like waking up next to someone that you love.
I always feel so lucky, on those long slow mornings, waking up next to you. Waking up with you.
Those mornings we slowly stir each other awake.
Those mornings I play with your hair, and nestle into your back. Those mornings I plant kisses across your shoulder.
As I whisper ‘good morning beautiful’ in your ear, and nibble your earlobe. As I lightly bite the nape of your neck, just how I know you like it.
When I can feel your body wake up in my arms. Slowly waking up to the world around you. In the palm of my hand.
When I gently run my fingers across your stomach. As they find their way to your chest, to your breast. As I slowly, achingly, tenderly squeeze. Feeling the catch in your breath as I reach your nipple, finishing with a soft twist, eliciting a moan.
As I do the same to your other breast. Or, as I don’t. As I leave one painfully aroused, and the other waiting, anticipating, *yearning* for more.
As your body gets restless, and your breathing gets ragged; my hand now tracing it’s way up your thigh. My breath softly on your neck. My voice soothing in your ear.
When you part your legs, just enough. When my fingers follow the outline of your lips, feeling the urgency building within. Your arm reaches behind, clambering onto me, opening your chest to my touch, to my tongue.
When I kiss my way down your neck towards your breast. When I finally acknowledge the proud nipple betraying your arousal. When you grab onto my hair as my fingers find their target.
When I meticulously gather your excitement, and slowly, deliberately, *patiently* circle your clitoris. As your gentle moans match the movement of my fingers. As your cheeks flush, your chest heaves, your arm wraps around me.
When you whisper ‘please.’
As I sink into you. As our bodies become one. As your back arches into me as you cry out in pleasure, your hand gripping my thigh, pulling me deeper, needing me closer.
When you find my hand and grasp it in yours. When you bring it to your breast, as I clutch and massage it to the rhythm of my thrusts.
When you turn your torso to face me, and our lips finally meet; our tongues dancing to the beat of our bodies. When you break away, your moans getting louder, sharper, insistent. As the tempo builds, as I wrap you in my embrace, as you hold on for dear life.
As we search for release and find it in each other.
As our heart rates slowly returns to normal. When you find my hand and grasp it in yours.
As I plant kisses along your shoulder, and we slowly stir each other awake.
I feel so lucky on those mornings. There’s nothing like waking up next to someone that you love.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wo7qvq/those_long_slow_mornings_mf