Morning Light

The bedroom was softly lit by the early morning sun streaming through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden patterns on the sheets. Ava stirred beside him, the warmth of her body a welcome comfort in the cool morning air. She ran a hand through Noah's hair, pulling gently, and smiled as he responded with a low hum of pleasure, still half-asleep.

They had talked about trying something new — face sitting — and the thought had lingered in the back of both their minds. This morning felt like the perfect time. She leaned over him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her body draped over his as she deepened the kiss, feeling the way his chest rose and fell beneath her.

"Want to try it?" she murmured, an unexpected thrill coursing through her at the idea. He nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Slowly, she slid the sheets down, revealing his body beneath hers. She moved deliberately, straddling his face, her thighs framing his cheeks, and felt the warmth of his breath against her.

The sensation was different — more intense than she'd imagined. She balanced herself with her hands on the headboard, trying to focus on the way his mouth moved against her. He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, his hands grasping her hips firmly as she ground down against him. The texture of his hair under her fingers, the way her thighs pressed against his shoulders, it was all so vividly new.