*All characters in this story have no existence outside my imagination. Any similarities in this story to anyone you know is completely coincidental.
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I lay there, looking at the face of my sleeping man that I love with all my heart and soul. A soft smile approached my lips when I remembered our activities last night. What sexual bliss! The smell of sex still raw in the massive bedroom of our house, I remembered we will have to start getting ready for work in about an hour. I push all of those thoughts out of my head. When I feel him slightly move he brings me closer to his masculine chest. Eric is about six-five, while I am at a crazy five-six. So if you can imagine I am like a small teddy bear in his arms.
I nuzzle my head closer to his neck, and slightly kissed the sensitive area I know will make him smile in his sleep. I slightly jump when I feel his lips on my cheek. I move back and look into his honey-golden colored eyes, and see the burning flame of passion.
"Good morning, baby." I said.
Without answering he devoured my mouth in a love-filled, possessive kiss, while large soft hands roam over my small curvy frame. When we parted for air he said,