Morning Light

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across their bedroom floor. Noah lay back on the bed, the soft sheets crinkling beneath him, as Ava climbed onto the bed, her legs straddling his waist. Her hands moved to the hem of her t-shirt, slowly pulling it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that hugged her curves perfectly. He reached up, his fingers deftly unclasping the bra, letting it fall away to reveal her nipples, already taut and inviting.

He leaned forward, capturing one in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue contrasting with the cool morning air, and she gasped, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. He felt her hips begin to grind against him, the friction creating a delicious heat that made him groan against her skin. His hands roamed over her body, worshiping every inch of her as if memorizing the way her skin felt under his touch.

With a playful push, Ava nudged him back against the pillows. She moved up his body, her thighs brushing along his sides until she was situated above him. Her breath hitched in the silence as she looked down at him, a mix of anticipation and a hint of hesitance. "Are you ready?" she breathed out, her voice a soft tease.

"I've been ready for this," he replied, his hands guiding her hips down. As she lowered herself onto his face, he was enveloped in her warmth and scent. The exquisite pressure was different than he'd imagined — better, more intimate. Her thighs tightened slightly around his head, her body responding to the way his tongue moved against her.