This is a continuation of Old Friends, New Lovers - the morning after...
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I awoke to three sensations at once. The cool, salt air caressing my naked back, lips sucking on my ear lobe and fingers tracing the outline of my thighs. I had the same smile on my face I had fallen asleep with. Lew's warm body against me.
I opened my eyes to see the red of the alarm staring back at me - 5:34. Lew whispered, "Good morning beautiful." Was I dreaming? I had thought about this moment for a long time. Waking with him, naked, our bodies melded together.
I rolled towards him, "Morning." He kissed me softly on the mouth. Now I was worried about morning breathe. I lowered my chin and he kissed my eyes and my forehead, the sheet sliding down to my thighs. The morning air making goose bumps on my skin.
"Be right back." I whispered and kissed his chest. I rose and walked to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror, splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth with toothpaste and my fingers. Pausing for a minute to watch the water drip off my chin. Was I really here? After all these years, in this place with him.
Now fully awake and nervous and anxious to return to his side, I opened the door and walked towards the bed. He had his chin in his hand, propped up on an elbow, sheet around his waist. He watched me walking towards him.
I felt my face flush as I self-consciously slide back into bed. His arms enveloping me as he began kissing my face. I tilted my head, my eyes meeting his, my mouth searching for his. His kiss was so warm and inviting. I couldn't kiss him enough.
His hand stroking my cheek and eyelids as his tongue parted my lips and searched the inside of my mouth. The electricity of the kiss warming me from inside, all the way to my toes. It felt like a first kiss every time. I could stay in this moment just kissing forever I thought.
"I love kissing you." He said against my mouth, as if reading my mind. My kissing became more feverish, my body pressing against the entire length of him. The sun began rising against the ocean, chasing the shadows from our room. The sound of the ocean lapping at the sand in the background.
My tongue chasing his, licking at his lips. His hand sliding into my hair, pulling my mouth to him. His other hand sliding down my back, circling the tattoo at the base of my spine. His knee slide between my legs, parting my thighs. I could feel my warmth and wetness against his lower thigh.
He kissed my neck, nipping at my collar bone, his leg pressing into me. My back arched against him as his hand slide over my hip, squeezing my waist and then sliding between my thighs. Pushing my legs further apart.