The sun was brightening the room in a haze of white gold. Tamery noticed it when she rolled to her back, her eyelids prickly with the realization that it was full day in the world outside of the bed and breakfast suite. The next thing she noticed was how her hand did not land on the warm firmness of Joshua's thigh when she reached for him. Her eyes fluttered open to find her missing lover.
He was sitting at her side watching her wake. His tousled black hair curling in all directions around his perfect smile. Dimples flashing in the right corner of his full soft lips. Sleep still clung to his eyes and he looked as if he had been thoroughly loved. She smiled a contented smile knowing that she was the reason for that sensual expression.
"Hi," she whispered, stretching like a cat her knee brushing his thigh through the sheet.
In reply, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. His tongue dipping slightly to taste her bottom lip before his lips sealed against hers. It was his morning kiss, and she loved those the best.
He leaned away from her, and produced a fresh cut single flower. Tamery smiled. The flower was a fresh sunflower, large and bursting with life. It was perfect. Roses were overrated, and Joshua had never been the average type. He was an artist, with artist eyes for details, artist senses for vibrant things, and artist hands for guiding the right lines and stroking the right contours.
Those hands were guiding his fresh cut prize across the top of Tamery's chest. The yellow fringe caught the sheet covering her body and began to guide it down exposing her breasts. Her sensitive nipples hardening at the touch of cool air and the familiar tingling began between her thighs as she watched him watching her.
The intentness of his stare could make her surrender all defenses. His eyes fixed on his uncovered treasure, she felt warm and loved. He let the brown middle of the flower guide around each nipple; the silken petals of the flower caressing her skin like lover's hands.
Tamery arched her chest against the flower, causing the sheet to slide past her navel. She watched him at his game with the sunflower. He smiled at the goosebumps he produced on her skin, and the tight fullness of her erect nipples.
Tamery watched the exposed skin of his chest from his open shirt. The tan span of skin that looked copper underneath the white dress shirt winking out at her, the hollowed line in the center of his chest, the little scar above his navel. She reached for the thin white line of it, one finger touching it.
Joshua sucked in his breath at the touch, then reached for her hand. He placed the fingers to his lips, kissing and sucking the tips of each one as his other hand guided the flower down lower, to grace her navel, then lower still.
Taking her fingers from his mouth, he moved them to the opened button of his jeans. Under her palm, she felt him hardening, throbbing against the jeans making a pulse against her palm.