Morning's Awakening

The first light of dawn filtered through the bedroom window, casting soft patterns on the sheets where Grant lay, his skin warm against the crisp linen. Zoe turned her head and saw Grant still beside her, his eyes just beginning to flutter open. Her anticipation for the morning's pleasures made her pulse quicken.

Zoe leaned over to kiss him, her fingers teasing the soft hair at the nape of his neck. As her hand slid down, they both shifted, discarding the tangle of sleepwear — his boxers sliding off with ease, her camisole slipping over her head. Her pulse raced faster, the morning chill a stark contrast to the warmth building between them.

Grant settled back, pulling Zoe on top of him, the familiar weight a comfort. She adjusted, feeling the glide of smooth skin against him as she lowered herself further. Her hips rocked gently, a steady rhythm that had his hands tightening on her waist. As she moved, she arched slightly, inviting his mouth to her breasts. Zoe's breath caught as his tongue circled her nipple, sending a shiver through her that she hadn't quite expected.

She shifted again, sliding down his body. Her lips and tongue traced a path to where he was already hard, taking him into her mouth. The warmth and slight saltiness filled her senses, and she was surprised by the thrill of having him there, deeper than she might have imagined. Her eyes stayed on him, noting every hitch of his breath, every tightening of his fingers in her hair.