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[established relationship] [morning sex] [erotic] [daydreaming] [explicit] [warm] [sensual] [potential exhibitionism] slight [temperature play] [standing sex] [languid] [PiV] [creampie]
The bedroom always felt sacred when I woke up before you. As if to breathe too heavily would disrupt its trance. The way the light would peek in through the room darkening shades, casting the room into a special grey light that was hard to replicate.
I laid there, listening to your breathing as my body decided it was not going back to sleep. The cadence of your breath, a mantra I wanted to memorize. The steady rise and fall of your chest told me that you were in fact, very much asleep. I wondered what you were dreaming about or if you were just adrift in the bottomless black of sleep.
Carefully unwrapping my feet from the sheets, I quietly dropped my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my watchful eye on you to make sure that my exit from the cocoon of our body heat hadn't disturbed you. I should've known it wouldn't as I never saw a break in your breaths or a shifting of your fingers. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief into the room, I watched you as my heart swelled, my eyes traveling down the shape of your body under the blankets.
Biting my lip, I grabbed my robe to ward off some of the chill in the morning air of the house before quietly padding downstairs to feed the cats. The cats twined in my legs as I hushed them so they wouldn't bother you, dumping the grounds from the bag to make a fresh pot of coffee. The warm flannel of the robe against my bare skin sent shivers across my body, keeping me pleasantly distracted from the mundane tasks I lost myself in. I sat at the table and pulled the robe around my body tighter as I watched the dining room fill with the tangerine glow of morning light. The sun hadn't crested the horizon yet as I heard the rhythmic gurgle of the coffee maker slow to a stop.
I yawned as I stood, pouring myself a cup of coffee before wandering to the back door to lean against the door frame and watch the sunrise. The house was still and as my mind settled on the pastel colors of the horizon, the warm blush of the sunrise reminded me of your cheeks as you filled me up last night. The way your hair matted to your forehead and your breath washed over my face, sometimes hissed through clenched teeth or through the reverent exhale of an orgasm.
I inhaled quietly, snapping out of my reverie, realizing I was gazing out the back door into the stillness of the yard. My body responded to the memories, flooding with a warmth and vibrancy that only comes when I think about you. I felt the pressure of the flannel against my nipples and the chill of the air against my skin that was exposed as my robe fell open. My cheeks warmed, my fingers tightening against my cup as I heard your footsteps come down the stairs. A slow, methodical metronome that made me feel naughty, as if you heard my thoughts somehow and knew you'd come into this space to find me breathless and wanting.
What a sight I must be, the robe opened to expose my soft skin, lips parted as I took shallow, shaky breaths. Your bare feet barely made a sound on the hardwood floors as you padded into view with a hungry glint in your eye. Maybe you did hear my thoughts but it didn't matter as your gaze consumed me, the distance between us closed with each of your steps. My eyes traveled from your bare feet, up your pajama clad legs to find a considerable tent in your pants, the elastic waistband the only thing holding them up against your bare waist.