He wakes me up with a kiss on the neck. I feel his lips and I half open my eyes, but the small ray of sunshine that makes its way from the curtain immediately forces me to close them again.
I feel him rising on one elbow. Another kiss, this time closer to the shoulder blade. Another one.
He moves the shoulder of my cotton tank top and reaches my shoulder.
I enjoy everything with my eyes closed. I know he has decided what his way of saying good morning will be.
Suddenly he comes up and bites my earlobe. My breath is a shiver.
He strokes my hair, squeezes me tighter and forces me to turn around. I open my eyes and find him in front of me. A vision, my vision. It's like every time I see him, like the first time I've seen him. The faint sunlight shines on his skin, making his dusky complexion, so similar to mine, even more unique. A lock of hair falls on his forehead and I am delighted to look at it. Pitch black hair, like mine. They shine. He has a grin on his face, which reveals his ivory teeth. It's a grin of desire, of craving, a grin of satisfaction because he knows that I want the exact same thing like him.
I abandon myself to the desire I have for him and I cling to his shoulders ... strong, safe, my port. My warm hands, very hot, find his skin still warm from sleep and together we create the perfect temperature ... ours. I go down slowly and arrive at the hips, admiring and enjoying another of the many things I love about him: his body ... perfect. He, encouraged by my gestures, by my hands, tugs at my hair, with passion, with enthusiasm, with sweetness.
Neither of us has the courage to say a word, to break that sacred silence, disturbed only by the melody created by the approaching of our bodies, by the blankets that move with us, by our breaths, by our moans.
He reaches my hips, he recognizes the panties he prefers, but he doesn't even allow himself the time to check if they fit me as always because in an instant he takes them off. He touches my thighs, travels on me with his hands, expert and at the same time always a little fearful. When he notices how wet I am he opens his eyes wide. They shine with greed. He doesn't resist, he doesn't want to resist. I understand him and take off his briefs.
For a moment we are embraced, lost in the sensation of our naked bodies touching. Skin to skin: every time it feels like a miracle.
With an almost inhuman delicacy, he penetrates me. He moves slowly, enjoying every inch that he becomes a part of me. Calm and measured movements turn into thrusts. The desire to feel him inside of me increases more and more. He rises, until he burst.
Then ... I'm a thrill.
I no longer feel anything, I am in another dimension, in another time, in another where. But at the same time I can feel everything: his face abandoned on my shoulder, my shortness of breath, his broken breath.
I feel his hand approaching mine, which is involuntarily squeezing the sheets.
After a few seconds, minutes, hours on, a century of bliss, we slowly move our faces away from each other. I lose myself in his brown eyes, of such a unique and special shade that I have seen only once in my life. Looking at him, I understand that we are re-emerging together from the other dimension that we had reached together, from the perfection we had created.
"Good morning". My voice is a whisper.
“Happy birthday, Imlie” he replies. And sport one of his smiles, which lights up the room.
And what a good morning indeed.
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Vishu @Vaishali_19
1 years ago
This is really amazing ❤️🤩
Aarya Deuskar @aarya_deuskar
1 years ago
this is really good... do more