Morning Discovery

The sunlight peeked through the cream-colored curtains, illuminating the softly rumpled sheets of their bedroom. Leo lay back against the pillows, the scent of Becca still lingering in the air, his heart beating with anticipation. Their mornings were theirs alone, a time when nothing else intruded — and today, it was a time for discovery.

Becca slipped the blindfold over his eyes, the fabric a cool, gentle pressure against his temples. Deprived of sight, Leo's other senses heightened; he could hear the rustle of sheets and feel the heat of Becca's skin as she settled beside him. Her fingers brushed his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw before her lips met his, a familiar sweetness that made him sigh into her mouth.

Leo couldn’t see Becca, but he felt her. The light graze of her fingertips over his chest, coaxing a shiver from him, was unexpectedly electric. He found himself reacting more intensely, his body arching off the bed as she explored him without pause. Her hands moved lower, teasing, building the anticipation until he was aching, lifting his hips towards her touch instinctively.

Becca took control with a delicious firmness, whispering in his ear — words that would have made him blush to utter himself — as her mouth moved down his body, heat following the trail of her lips. When she finally took him in her mouth, the jolt of warmth and moisture around him was more vivid than he'd imagined, each glide of her tongue a revelation.