I could worship your body for hours.
Seeing you lay there in our bed, almost naked, only wearing your boxers. Your hair slightly scruffy from the night before when I had my hands playing with it.
Your body cool and relaxed, the ambiance soft. You're still asleep, lying on your front, loosely wrapped in our white sheets.
I watch, as your body rises and falls with each breath you take.
Sound asleep.
I usually wake up before you. I enjoy looking outside the window to see the dew still settled outside, damp grass and crisp air.
I'm wearing the t-shirt you wore yesterday but decide to give you a treat this morning.
I carefully get up out of bed, go towards the little red wardrobe, slip off your grey t-shirt and let it fall to the floor.
I clean myself for you first. I shower quietly, being sure to not wake you up from your slumber. I dry myself.
I hum gently to the tune of the theatre show we went to see last week as I step into one of my pieces.
It's the red one you like darling.
The straps sit well on my body, I tighten and adjust them as needed. I can already feel my body get warmer, I can't wait to see your reaction already.
I want to decorate my body for you, my love, and so put on some gold rings on my fingers and toes. I slide on a thin diamond body jewellery, it sits on and down my neck, on my waist and my thighs.
Ready.
With that I slip back into bed beside you to wait.
I wake up to the feeling of your lips on my neck, kissing me. I pretend to be sleepy.
You hear me moan slightly, your lips leave my neck and your eyes travel upwards to find my big, lustrous eyes admiring you.
Your smile just makes the room glow, my love. I love it when you say my name like that, impressed by the little present you have this morning.
Your fingers trace up and down my thighs, your nails gently brushing my skin.
Now you're half sitting up with your back leaning against the headboard, and I'm lying down, on my front as you have asked.
Your hands feel down my shoulders, my back, to my ass which you rub and feel. This wakes me up even more.
I prop myself up on my elbows and look up at you, pouting my lips a little so you'll kiss them. You do, and slap my bum a little while you do. I gasp, it surprised me.
You tell me how beautiful I look, how gorgeous my eyes are, how pretty my face is. You always knew how to make me blush, didn't you.
With your hands running through my hair, stroking it, I wish you would pull a little. Almost as if you are reading my mind you do just that. I moan with delight.
