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The morning began quietly.😍The air was warm and dense, as if..

Published: October 9th 2025, 8:38:32 pm

The morning began quietly.😍

The air was warm and dense, as if only our breaths remained in the room.

He was still asleep, and I slid closer, wanting to feel his body with every cell of mine.

My palm rested on his chest - warm and steady. Under it, I felt the calm rhythm of his heartbeat.

Slowly, I traced my fingers downward, not rushing, as if drawing an invisible line along his stomach.

He stirred, his breathing grew deeper.

When my fingers slipped lower, he exhaled like he’d woken up not from sleep, but from me.

He opened his eyes and looked at me - sleepy, but hungry.

His hand settled on my thigh, gently squeezed, then slowly moved upward.

Every inch of that touch sent little sparks racing through my skin.

He leaned closer, his lips brushed against my neck, then my collarbones… and I felt something inside me melt.

Our bodies moved slowly, as if the morning was endless.

The silence filled with breath, soft moans, and a heat that made my head spin.

This wasn’t about rushed passion - it was about desire waking up with the body.

About touch that needs no explanation.💋