"Affirmative."I kiss her forehead, then pull her up to sit.
"K."She stretches her arms over her head, and I cup her breasts and stroke the soft nipples making them harden.
"Do you want a Cappuccino?"I ask as I back away.
"Mmhmm."She opens her eyes to watch me, waking up.
I chuckle again as I leave to retrieve her coffee."You're so talkative in the morning."
Her arms plop down onto the bed with a soft thud."Aurei?"
"Yes?"
"I love your ass."
Chuckling again, I confirm the feeling is mutual."I love your ass too."
When I return with a standard-size mug of Cappuccino, I speak softly."Wake up, now.Here you go."Her head hangs forward, and I'm unsure if she's fallen asleep sitting up.
She sniffs deeply, smelling the coffee, and opens one eye."That will def help."She scoots to rest her back on the headboard, and I know she will make it."AH, Mr.Moore, you're spoiling me!"
"Miss Wright, would you prefer a bath or a shower?"
"Shower."
Sitting on the side of the bed, I wait for her to finish.Not wanting the sight of her nakedness to distract me, I stare out the open French doors and go over the details of the changes in everyone's life that is about to go down.
"Aurei?"
I look at her.
"Pinch me again."
I chuckle.Her hair is messy, her eyes and lips are puffy, her cheeks are rosy, and she is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on."Did you like the taste of Heaven?"
"Oh, hell to the fucking yeah!"Her eyes dance into mine.
I stand and offer my hand."Come on."
As we walk to the bathroom, she slips her fingers between mine, and I give my girl a little squeeze.In the dressing room, we stop so she can put her hair up.Then in the shower, we bathe each other but keep the rubbing to cleaning only.I step out first and hand her a towel.We dry ourselves off and then go to the dressing room.I point to the bench, and she sits, waiting patiently without fidgeting, while I pick our clothes out.My first selection is a bra.I choose a soft pink color that is 100% feminine but not seductive, and when I dangle it at her, smirking.She simply rolls her eyes, snatches it, and acknowledges with a laugh, "Yes, my girls are thrilled to see this torturous tool!"
Next, I hold up the matching panties, and she gives me 'the look' that in girl-talk says, "Fine!"But clearly doesn't mean it's fine.I grin and decide the bra is enough torture today for her and put them back.
She breathes a sigh of relief for my benefit, and we both laugh.
I toss a pair of black yoga pants to her, and as she slips into them, I add a simple pink long sleeve Nike t-shirt that says "Just Do It" and her Dos Gringos boots.
I chose polo gear for myself since she showed an interest in seeing me in it earlier—a navy shirt with white riding pants and over-the-calf boots.
"Da-yum!You look delicious in that."She tells me while she pulls her hair from her shirt.
I roll my eyes and shake my head, a tad embarrassed by her overreaction but enjoying it nonetheless.
She shakes her head, puts her hands on her hips, and says, "You have no idea how truly drop-dead, head-turning, handsome you are, do you?"
I ignore her as I get dressed.Then add, deflecting her focus, "Grab our phones."
She walks out, and I inform her."They are on the table."
