The Morning After Glow
I woke to the soft, amber light of dawn filtering through the curtains, illuminating the curve of her back and the smooth slope of her hips. We had fallen asleep in the tangled aftermath of a passionate night, but seeing her there, skin glowing in the early light, sparked a fire in me that refused to be extinguished. My body responded instantly, a familiar heat pooling in my groin as I realized I wanted her all over again.
I shifted closer, pressing my chest against her warm skin. I began with slow, lingering kisses along her spine, feeling a slight shiver run through her. She remained still, though I could tell she was awake by the rhythmic change in her breathing. I let my hardness press firmly against her, a silent promise of what was to come. My hands found her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples until they peaked, hard and sensitive under my touch.
I reached down, my fingers sliding between her thighs to find her already damp and wanting. She let out a soft moan, arching her back into me as I found her center. The friction was electric, a slow build that threatened to consume us both. I whispered her name, my voice husky with desire, before sliding inside her in one smooth, deep motion. We moved together in a rhythmic dance, the world outside fading away until there was nothing left but the heat of our bodies and the shared breath of our climax.