I lift the sheets. I am wearing nothing, nor is she.
A wide grin appears on my face as flashes of yesterday's activities come back to me. I still can’t believe any of it really happened. But when I look at my wrists, I can see it did.
I turn to my side and glide with my palm over my bum, burning heat radiating from it. It did indeed happen.
I brush over my lips. Her taste is still on them—I can smell her all over me, and my core tingles just from the thought of it.
Her.
Victoria Grace Fitzroy.
The woman who lies next to me with all her beautiful lines and body. I watch her sleep for a long while, until I can’t keep my hands to myself any longer.
I snuggle up to her, brush through her hair and kiss her.
Softly.
Calmly.
Resembling the many things I feel right now.
“Good morning,” I whisper against her lips when she starts moving.
She opens her eyes, and for a moment she seems be utterly taken aback.
I freeze and lean back.
“No,” she says and closes her eyes as she pulls me close. “Continue.”
And I do.
Her hands wander around me and pull me close, feeling my body, caressing it, devouring it.
Our tongues circle around each other as the kiss becomes hotter.
She pushes me onto her with her one leg between mine. Her hands grasp my hips and rub my clit over her naked thigh. She rolls her hips against mine.
“Ughm,” I moan against her lips as the tingling sensation begins to spread through my core.
At some point, I can’t continue kissing. I need more air. I need to moan. I need to roll my eyes back and let myself be consumed by the sensation she produces in me.
She grasps my face and holds me close, our noses touching each other.
“Roll your hips,” she orders me. “Make yourself come. And when you do, you will not break the gaze into my eyes.”
I roll my hips, press my clit onto her thigh and rub over it. She pushes against me in the most perfect rhythm, guiding my own movement with the grasp around my face.
I feel the energy in my core building up.
One, two, three more movements.
“Oh gods,” I moan, panting heavily, and relief spreads through me. I do not break the gaze into her glittering eyes, even though I want to throw my head back and lose myself in the sensation.
Her lips find mine.
“Good morning to you, too,” she says, and we both smile against each other's lips.
I am released and let myself fall onto my back.
