Faint hues of gold and copper began to streak across the horizon as the sun began its climb in the sky. Birds perched on long branches began their morning conversations, starting with soft chirps and whistles. The world outside was slowly waking. Aurora, however, was tangled in her taupe colored sheets; her long auburn hair curled around her face and neck, long dark lashes pressed to her cheeks as her eyes remained closed.
When the soft amber light began to filter through the openings of her drapes, lines of warm sun streaking across her face, she began to wake. This was probably her favorite time of day; the morning, where it seemed as though everything was fresh and new. When she extended her arms, soft whimpers of wake up escaped her lips and her body stretched the length of the bed. Her fingers combed through her soft ribbon-like locks, and she gently rubbed the sleep from her eyes. When the blur of slumber departed from her vision, she looked around her large bedroom. The cream colored walls, and tones of chocolate and rust made the room feel like morning. Pictures of beautiful landscapes, often depicting a sunrise, added a special touch to the ambiance. As her eyes toured the room, they landed on a familiar face, gazing peacefully back at her.
Like the definition of her name, she was his Goddess of Dawn and he was the Sun that warmed her each morning. Sitting up, she gathered the sheets to her chest; a bare back revealing she wasn't hiding a thing. Wisps of hair gently cascaded down her face before curling in long twirls under her chin. He rose and made his way to her; finding a spot on the edge of the bed beside her. His strong hands reached out, gently tucking a spiral of umber strands behind her ear and letting his thumb glide up her cheekbone. Aurora's eyes closed again, pressing her cheek to his warm palm and relishing in the delight it brought her. What delight it was! How the mere touch of him made her glow from within, and he knew this. He knew all of what Aurora was and could be.
As she opened her eyes again, letting them lock in the gaze she lived for, she could feel the fire within her begin its most pleasurable rise of passion. His hand traveled down her neck to her shoulder, gently caressing the soft pale skin that stretched over her feminine frame. His fingertips traced her collar bone, then glided down to where she held the gathered sheets to her chest.
"Let me gaze upon you, my Goddess of Dawn." His voice soft, soothing, as if to caress her mind with his words.
Lowering the sheets, she revealed herself to him. The pale skin that his fingertips touched continued to her round, supple breasts. At the tips, light pink orbits with aroused embellished nipples seemed to entice him. Gently his fingers pinched at the raised flesh, tugging gently on the steel bar that pierced them. How they grew harder from his touch!
While the pads of his fingers stimulated her teat, his lips had other plans. Leaning forward, he pressed his hungry mouth to hers; at first gentle, loving, then with passion and desire. With tender guidance, he laid Aurora back onto the bed, while his hands traveled down her soft sides. When he reached the cream sheets that covered her from the waist down, his fingers hooked and pulled them down further. Hungry eyes toured her exposed flesh, taking in every curve, every inch of her. Laying there, her chest rising and falling with aroused breaths, she watched...she waited.