He stirs but his eyes are still closed. He doesn’t want to leave his dream world where he actually gets to have her, but as he shifts, he feels a warm body next to him and it all comes rushing back. He smiles, tightening his grip on her waist and burying his head in her hair. He revels in her soft scent of rose, jasmine and vanilla as he pulls her body closer against his. Drifting in and out of sleep, he absentmindedly dances his fingers across the smooth skin of her abdomen.
Her eyes flutter open as she feels the heat from his hands. She stays as still as she can, using his sleepy state to take in her surroundings, to replay yesterday’s events in her head. She is thankful he’s facing away as she feels a blush rise from her chest to her cheeks, leaving them very rosy. She’s still in a slight fog, having trouble believing he really is beside her. That he’s in her bed. She bites her lip, a bad nervous habit, trying to keep her breathing even as she melts into his embrace.
He leans up one arm to take in the view, switching to stroking across her shoulder and down her arm with featherweight fingertips. She forces a swallow and a deep breath before spinning to face him. Their eyes lock and hold in the heavy air, each hoping the other doesn’t think it was all a mistake. She yearns to close the distance.
“Hi” her voice cracks a little. She looks down at their hands as his fingers lace through hers before meeting his eyeline again, breath already quickening.
“Hello” his lips form a small smirk.
Everything feels so raw and real in this moment. It’s the celebration of coming together and yet still needing the validation to commence a full and complete exploration of each other. A simple sight of bedhead and yesterday’s smile before lips meet lips and they melt together.
He moves their joined hands to rest on the pillow beside her head and uses the leverage to move her onto her back so his body can hover above hers. He pauses there, running fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face. His thumb brushes down her cheek. Eyes are locked as he feels her warmth, his excitement. He searches for that reassurance that she wants to keep exploring. Keep feeling. Keep tasting.
He finds full submission and commitment in her eyes mirroring his own. He wants to cash in the rest of the day on exploring her.
The outside world falls away. She runs one of her hands up his chest and around his neck and brings her lips back to his, trying to convey everything she is feeling. Their tongues dance as they kiss passionately.
“I want you” His voice husky in the morning sends shivers down her spine. He kisses towards her ear. “I want to give you everything you deserve” he nips at her earlobe. “I just want to jump in and get lost exploring every inch of you.” He kisses down her neck, breathing in her flowery scent.
Her breath catches in her throat at his words. Her heartbeat so rapid, she worries it’ll beat out of her chest. She tries to find the right response as his eyes, once again, find hers. She feels magnetically held by his gaze. Feels the heat radiating off their skin. She licks her lip unconsciously.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She breathes. “My body is in your hands.” His hand cradles her face as she wraps her arms around him. She tugs him closer, signaling her need to feel his weight upon her. Between kisses she murmurs “I want to feel you inside me”
They feel like magic words to him as it’s what he craves. He holds her tight, kissing her as he enters her warm pussy. She moans into his kiss, drinking him in. He can’t begin to explain how much he is drawn to her. Her taste, her touch, her heartbeat – it all syncs with his as they get lost in each other.
With each thrust her hips follow to meet his. He massages her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. When he takes one in his mouth, she instinctively arches into him, gasping. He groans into her skin. He knows he’s close and wants to fight it, to prolong this moment but as she wraps her legs around his waist to pull him even deeper, he knows he’s gone. He lets her know with a deep kiss.
“Let go” is all she says as she guides his head to nestle against her neck. She loves the feeling of his hot gasps and moans against her as he pumps in and out. With a final grunt, he comes, slowing their movements but not releasing their embrace. They pause, trying to regain even breath.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake up” he slides off her to lay next to her, throwing one arm over her waist and nuzzling into her shoulder.
She giggles. “I’d say so.”
He glances up at her. “Please tell me you don’t have to be anywhere today” he plays with her curls. His eyes are so soft and vulnerable.
“Nowhere but here” she smiles at him, knowing even if she did, there were very few things that would get her out of this bed right now.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mdeymr/the_morning_aftershort_story