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.