The loft is quiet, the morning light spilling through the large windows, cutting clean lines across the floor. The house smells faintly like cedar, smoke, and coffee.
Behind me, Ember exhales, his breath brushing the back of my neck tantalizingly.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.
“Mmm,” I hum in answer, smiling into the pillow as he nuzzles into my neck.
His hand shifts slightly, sliding down to cup my morning erection. Arousal flares hot and fast, and I’m suddenly very needy. Slick and cum leak out of my well-used hole. You’d think the four rounds we went last night would’ve sated me, but I’m ravenous for more.
I turn over in his arms to look into his golden eyes, glowing with warmth and… love? Maybe? He hasn’t said it yet, but his possessiveness and care tell me he might feel that way.
I’m beginning to feel the same.
I can’t resist trailing a finger down Ember’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart in his chest.
Last night was amazing, a passionate whirlwind of tangled limbs and shared pleasure, helping me to forget the outside world. But now, in the quiet of the morning, I want something slower, more intimate. I shift closer to Ember, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
“Morning,” Ember murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my swollen lips. I lean into his touch, a soft smile playing on my lips.
“Morning,” I reply, relishing in the intimacy of the moment.
I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and my own dick twitches in response. The intense arousal that has been flaring constantly throughout the night begins to stir again, but this time it’s different. It feels softer and more tender.
Less like fucking and more like lovemaking.
My hand drifts lower, trailing down the rough hair on his lower stomach before wrapping around his hard cock. Ember groans, low and needy, his hips jerking slightly at the touch. I feel the pulse of his heart beneath my palm, the steady rhythm matching the throb of his dick in my hand.
Ember’s hand finds my cock, his fingers gripping tightly around the length with familiar ease. We move together, our hands working in sync, slow and steady, the room filling with the sounds of our breathing, soft gasps, and long moans that escape our lips as we pleasure each other.
My eyelids flutter closed, my head falling against the pillows as I focus on the sensations. Ember’s hand on my cock is like a brand, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I can feel Ember’s cock twitching in my hand, the pre-cum slicking my fingers as I work him.
“Fuck, Sunshine,” Ember groans deep in his throat, his hips bucking into my grip. “Your hand feels so good, Habibi.”
My only response is a soft moan, my hips jerking of their own volition in response to Ember’s rough touch. I feel myorgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly as slick leaks from my sloppy hole. Ember’s hand on my cock is like a promise, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge.
“Ember,” I gasp, my eyes flying open to meet his intense gaze. “I’m close. Sofuckingclose.”
Ember’s hand tightens around my cock, his strokes becoming faster.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he growls, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm grows closer. “I want to feel you come all over my hand.”
My body obeys, my orgasm crashing over me like a large wave. I cry out, my cock pulsing in Ember’s hand as I spill cum all over Ember’s fingers. Ember follows soon after, set off by the feel of my cum coating his hand, a groan falling from his lips as he orgasms hard, his body shaking.
We lie there for a long moment, our bodies still tangled together and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I can still feel Ember’s heart under my palm, the steady rhythm slowing to a comfortable pace.
I lean up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and savoring the moment. I’ve never felt like this before. Like, if I don’t touch him, I could die. I miss him even if he’s in the same room as me. I think…
I think I might love him.
But it’s too soon for that.
Right?
“That’s a hell of a way to wake a man up, Habibi,” he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Almost makes me want to spend the day in bed.”
My smile widens, heart swelling with happiness as we lie here, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
Even with all the drama going on in my life at the moment, I can’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for Ember. Our connection. For the pleasure we bring each other, and the care Ember has shown me since the beginning.
