Morning Embrace

The early sunlight filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, casting a warm glow over the sheets. Carter stirred first, feeling the gentle rhythm of Riley's breath against his back. The morning was quiet, the world just waking, a perfect time to explore something Carter had been curious about — the languid pace of morning sex.

Carter turned slightly to face Riley, his smile sleepy but inviting. Riley's eyes fluttered open, meeting Carter's with a soft, affectionate gaze. "Morning," Riley whispered, his voice still etched with dreams. Carter reached out, letting his fingers trace the line of Riley's jaw, pulling him in for a deep, slow kiss. He felt the comforting weight of Riley's body, the promise of heat and intimacy beneath the sheets.

Riley's hands wandered under Carter's shirt, sliding up his back with a languorous touch that spoke of lazy mornings and unhurried discovery. As they kissed, Carter rolled onto his back, taking Riley with him, the shift in position creating an intoxicating friction where their bodies met. Carter hadn't expected the pleasure to feel so immediate; the sensation was different from what he'd imagined — better. The warmth of Riley's skin against his made him arch into every kiss, every touch.

As the sun climbed higher, Riley moved to straddle Carter, letting his hips settle into a slow, steady rhythm above him. The knowledge that they had all the time in the world heightened every sensation, every movement felt more intense against the morning stillness. Riley cradled Carter’s face, whispering soft praises between kisses, each word a caress more intimate than the last. Carter's hands roamed over smooth skin, guiding Riley’s movements with the ease of familiarity.