Last night we had stayed out late playing cards. We had gotten back to the cabin very late, for some passionate lovemaking on that canopied four-poster you love so much. Then we had fallen asleep in each others arms. Me still not being sure Iβve forgiven you for beating me at my game, you not sure I havenβt let you win.
The smell of sex and ours sleep engulfs us as I wake this very early morning. Your face framed in its golden halo. Your beautiful blue eyes hidden from me by those lids closed in sleep. You stir and the eyes flicker open giving me a glimpse of your soul. βGood morning my rose.β Then our lips meet to communicate the passion still there from last night. As you move close to me and lift your leg over mine, the heat builds. The kiss becomes stronger, deeper, and harder. The demand in our souls and bodies grows stronger with every moment.
βI love you, Rose.β I say, as my lips move to nibble your ear lobe. Lower to your neck, sucking on it to leave a large mark, for all to see. Then to the place where your neck meets your shoulder. I bite gently and blow on it, feeling your shiver.