I woke up to soft morning light streaming in through the windows, making everything fresh and new. Lisa’s hand rested on my lower back, her skin against my skin. I watched her for a moment: her soft breathing, the crinkle of her rose-pink lips, the flare of her nostrils. Then her eyes opened. Her pupils dilated as she remembered.
‘What did we get up to last night?’ she asked with a smile.
‘Nothing compared to what we can do this morning.’
I sat up and flipped my brown hair over one shoulder. I tried my best to look sexy: smouldering eyes, pouting lips, the whole thing.
Lisa laughed.
‘What? Too much?’
‘You’re always too much; that’s what I like about you.’
She reached out for me, her fingertips grazing against my skin. I was just out of arm’s reach. I kept it that way. It was sexy to tease her.
I reached down to the carpet and picked up my bra. I made a show of putting it back on.
‘No, no, you’re not really going.’
‘Maybe I am.’
‘And maybe you’re not?’
She sat up and snaked her arms around me, pulling me close against her chest. The feeling of her full breasts against my skin was everything. Playing hard-to-get felt impossible.
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. Lisa kissed my neck, my collarbone. Her lips trailed down until she came up against my bra. Just seconds after I’d put it on, I was struggling to get it off. Soon, the damned thing was flying across the room. It hit the window and fell to the floor.
Lisa pulled me down onto the bed. Soon, I was pressed flat on my back, her hands cuffing my wrists. She smiled down at me triumphantly, as if this hadn’t been my plan all along.
She resumed her kisses. My neck, my collarbone, my breasts. Her mouth found my nipple. Shivers of excitement ran over my skin. The hot pull of desire tugged deep in my belly. As she sucked, my feet pointed and my toes curled.
We made love languidly. Her hands kneaded my skin. Her mouth explored my body. She pulled away just long enough to murmur:
‘You’re gorgeous.’
In that moment, I felt gorgeous. I felt like the most stunning woman on the planet. There was nothing stopping me. Lisa’s hand slotted between my legs. She stroked me, coaxed me, massaged me to the most beautiful, well-rounded orgasm. As much as I wanted to stay quiet on this quiet morning, I yowled out my pleasure.
I floated in that gorgeous, melting feeling for some time, barely caring where I was or what I was doing. I just lay there, feeling delicious. Slowly, my toes uncurled. My body was utter softness.
Lisa murmured against my neck. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Whatever it was, it included the word ‘fuck’. Is that what she wanted? Well, I was more than happy to oblige. I rolled her over onto her back and looked down at her.
‘Oh my god,’ I said. Lisa was so beautiful. And she was just mine. It was hard to believe this was my life. This was just an ordinary Sunday morning.
