The sunlight streams through the window, enveloping you in its warm glow, as I sit up in the bed, watching you, remembering. Your hair, rumpled and tumbling around your face, as you lie there so peacefully, a slight smile on your sleeping face. I smile as well as I remember grabbing that hair, pushing myself deeper into that sweet mouth...
My eyes trace your body, covered only by the soft linen sheet, a bare arm and shoulder teasing me with the nakedness that lies beneath, as I remember that body, covered with the sheen of sweat, your voice crying out my name...
I watch as you shift in your sleep...is that a slight moan I hear, perhaps your own remembrances of our night of passion entering into your dreams? You are so beautiful as you lie there, peacefully sleeping. My mind races a bit faster as I watch you, my cock lifting in response to all of the delicious thoughts that are running through my head. I ache to touch you, to wake you, to kiss you, our bodies merging together once more; but I can't bear the thought of waking you from your much-deserved sleep.
To clear my mind a bit, I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb you, and walk quietly over to the washroom. I close the door behind me, and start the water running in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up, hoping the sound of the water isn't disturbing you. I let my boxers slip to the floor, my still semi-hard cock stirring a bit as the fabric slides over it, and I step into the hot shower, sighing as the water pours over me. I grab the soap, and lather myself up quickly, trying not to prolong this, although my hand does linger a moment on my cock, feeling it harden fully, remembering our bath together the night prior, our hands everywhere, enjoying every crevice of each other's bodies, remembering pushing you onto your back right there in the tub and mounting you, fucking you with abandon, the water swirling around us, lapping against our bare skin, your head thrown back in ecstasy...