I woke up this morning with you beside me .. something I would never have imagined all of those years ago when you were imagining it for us. As you lay on your side facing away from me, I watch you sleep. Then that feeling from last night starts to awaken in me.
I want to reach for you but am hesitant. Yes, last night was amazing as we totally threw ourselves into the passion that had been building since you first sought me out. But in the morning daylight, I worry that the regrets will creep into you. So I watch.
You are so beautiful laying there. Even when you sleep, you have that devilishly sly grin on your face. I hope you are dreaming of me.
You start to slowly move and wearily and exhaustedly open your eyes. You look over your shoulder in a pose that is the most erotic I have ever seen. There they are again .. the eyes that are the start of this whole adventure. Your grin turns to a broad smile and I know that there is no regret, only passion.
I reach for your shoulder and run my fingers over your soft skin, dried with the sweat of the passion from the night before. You moan and close your eyes again as I continue to run my fingers down your spine. I want so badly to continue down and insert my fingers into you but I sense that you are enjoying the softness of my touch. I open my palm and trace a wider path and you roll over onto your stomach.