I opened the curtains enough to let some light in and admire her, peacefully sleeping after our insatiable night. She’s hugging the pillow, her beautiful face scrunched against it. Unable to resist, I graze the curve of her neck, marveling at the softness of her skin. The fact that every single decision she’s ever made led her right here, to my bed… is mind-blowing. Inching closer, I kiss the skin I caressed. My sleepy little dork.
It’s either my stirring or the kiss, but her eyebrows twist. She stretches a little, and her eyes open only for a fraction of a second, but enough to see me because she mumbles with a raspy voice, “Has it been twenty-four hours yet?”
I check the clock behind me and say, “It’s been six hours and thirty-four minutes.”
“Ugh, that’s not enough,” she laments before hugging the pillow harder.
Now that she’s awake, I come closer and plaster myself onto her.
“Were you watching me sleep?” she mumbles
“Mh-hm …”
“It’s not fair, you can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“You can’t look at me when I’m a drooly snoring mess and can’t do anything about it.”
I laugh and kiss her shoulder again, grazing her messy hair. “You weren’t drooling.”
She opens her eyes for good to frown at me. “Are you implying I was snoring?”
“You’re the one who mentioned it.”
When she tries to shove my shoulder with a scandalized giggle, I grab her hand and press a longing kiss on its palm. That’s all it takes for her to let go of that damn pillow and move into my arms instead. She lies there with a smile as I press my lips on every inch of skin I can access—up her arm, her throat, her face, her chest…
“You realize you shot yourself in the foot, right?” she asks after a moment of this.
“I did?”
“There’s no way anything will ever top that date. It can only go downhill from now on.”
A chuckle comes in the way of my amorous exploration, but I’m quick to resume it. Unavoidably, my enterprise leads me further south, where there’s more skin to worship.
“Careful,” she says when I reach her belly button.
“Of what?”
“My pussy might actually hiss at you if you get too close.”
This time, I laugh frankly and return to her level.
“At least feed me before you try to fuck me again,” she suggests.
Ah, there’s the raccoon I love.“I actually ordered a bunch of things while you were asleep.”
“You did?”
“Pancakes, French toast, bacon, eggs… I also ordered croissants and other pastries, in case you’d rather have something sweet.”
“You’re what’s sweet,” she appreciatively says, leaning in for a kiss.
I eagerly give it to her and then say, “I’ll get a tray with everything.”
“Wait, it’s already here?”
“Yeah, it arrived half an hour ago. I kept it warm in the oven.”
