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Gratitude Lingers

I let myself become lost in admiration. She stirs and I catch my breath. The soft sounds of sleep return, so I sit and wrap myself in the silk robe I had discarded in the frenzy of last night. Coffee is calling.

I always wake up early. It doesn’t matter what transpired in the night, I’m up with the sun if not before while she is a heavy sleeper. An average morning would include a few moments to bask in gratitude before rising to stretch and make coffee. My bed is soft and warm, and here I am waking up next to this mess of a woman.

Today, gratitude lingers. I brush my fingertips against the nape of her neck and contemplate waking the beauty, but no. If you love a flower, you don’t change it by plucking it from which it grows. Let her sleep.

I let myself become lost in admiration. She stirs and I catch my breath. The soft sounds of sleep return, so I sit and wrap myself in the silk robe I had discarded in the frenzy of last night. Coffee is calling.

I rise, stretch, and as I step away from the bed my robe is stuck. I tug, only to hear a giggle erupt  from the bed. With a beaming smile, I tug harder but she holds firm, “Don’t leave.” I would never.  I slip my arms out of the sleeves, and spin around. Nude in the morning sun. “Leave you?” I say as I pounce into the bed.

Within mere moments, the blankets are thrown back and I’ve got a handful of hair. I tug her head back slightly to gain better access to her long neck. Kisses turn into nibbles as a moan escapes her mouth. That’s my cue to slow down and soften the focus.

I release her hair and brush my fingertips along her arms. Down, and up. Across the collarbone and down the other arm. She lays before me, motionless. A kiss to the inner elbow and that breaks her trance. She looks to me, smiles, and before I know it I am being thrust onto my back.

I let out a laugh. She didn’t have this feisty side last night. She straddles me and tells me to stay put. With a serious eyebrow raise and a pointer finger to the chest, I think I’ll listen. Let’s see where this goes.

She is sitting at my waist and I can feel her hunger, the wetness growing there. She leans back and arches her back. Her breasts are amazing and I can’t tell how long I’ve been staring. As she brings her body upright again…Oh! I was not expecting that touch. A coy but deliberate brush of her fingers against my vulva. The flame inside of me is fanned.

She lands a firm kiss on my lips, my ear, my shoulder. Chills run down my body, and her kisses follow. I become lost in motion, heat, quickened heartbeats. Time escapes me. I am brought back to reality by a quiver. An orgasmic crash. 

Breathing heavily, we both collapse. No one is getting coffee now. 


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