It is still early yet, and I know this is the first day you have had in weeks to sleep in, you have been burning the wick at both ends for a long time.
I have wanted to surprise you for months. I can't believe I am actually doing this now.. I steal a passkey from the maid and quietly let myself in your room.
I stop just inside the door as I quietly close it. I can taste the fear and excitement as I gulp a big breath, then another. I close my eyes and plead with my heart to stop beating so ferociously. I am wired, I want to take my time, savor every moment. I want it to go so perfectly; but I also want it to happen right now. I tell myself I can wait just a little longer, as I am already here.
I walk in the room careful not to make any noise; I set my bags down by the sofa. Laughing inside, I take my shoes off and feel the plush carpet with my toes, instead of pinching myself to see if this is real. I have a smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye. I know I am going to look in on you as you sleep, I tell myself not to, but the urge is so great I can't resist. I tiptoe over to the bedroom and stare.
I gaze upon your beautiful body suspended in sleep; I want to run to you. You are even more beautiful then your picture. I want to run my fingers through your hair, lick your lips, taste your skin, and share your body with mine. Every cell of my being craves you, I am wet and throbbing for you and we haven't even touched.
Still shaking with my need for you I gently close the bedroom door, determined to let you sleep for as long as you need. Sighing, I walk back over to the sofa and sit down. Not knowing when you will be up, but wanting brunch ready for you when you do, I decide to call room service. I order a basket of fruit, laughing inside as I think about all the delicious ways we can eat it, coffee, orange juice, and crescents.
With that done, I unpack some things wondering if I will ever have the chance o wear them, I almost let out a scream as I realize room service will knock loudly when they arrive. So, I hastily finish unpacking and stand by the door looking through the peep- hole. Praying to the angels in heaven that you don't wake up and find me like this, chuckling at the thought of telling you the pains I went through to get here and let you sleep.
As I stand by the door, not knowing when room service will be here, my mind begins to wonder. I am scared, should I have asked you first? What if you already have plans for the day? But I don't have time to dwell on the thoughts that never occurred to me until now, as room service is already here. I chuckle lightly at the attendant as I see the basket of fruit on the cart; I can't help but take a bite of grapes savoring the burst of juice in my mouth. I pay him quickly and follow him to the door to make sure it closes quietly.
Now that breakfast is taken care of I don't know what to do, I know what I want to do, but I want you to be well rested for both of us. With a cup of coffee in hand I walk out on the balcony and enjoy the view and debate whether or not to take a shower. Deciding that that just might be the best way for you to wake up, if I make to much noise. It will give you time to get over the shock, and possibly anger. Believing you will join me if you are not angry, or waiting for me to get out if you are. Laughing at myself, I put on some soft music, light some candles, and decide to take a very long shower.
.As you slowly open the door I hear it creak and see the shadow move across the shower tile. My hands are shaking and my heart feels like it will jump out of my skin at any moment. I turn the water off as quickly as I am able and wait for the inevitable. I spread my legs to gain more balance and lean my backside against the cold white shower tile. My nipples are hard partly from the tile and partly from the moment. With my eyes closed and voice quivering I say, "good morning." As I speak I realize I am totally exposed. I squeeze my eyes even tighter, as if that alone will make me invisible.
Then I hear your sexy voice say, " indeed it is a very good morning." My knees go weak; I can't help but smile.