Dawn has broken, as witnessed by the faint orange light leaking past the side of the window drapes. After a warm day and night, there was no need for pyjamas. He stirs and wakes as he usually does just after sunup. Slowly easing out of bed so as not to wake her, he heads to the en-suite to answer the call of nature.
When he returns in the faint light, he sees her beautiful naked figure on the bed. She is lying on her front, her head facing away from him. The long hair which reaches halfway down her back is partly covering her face as she lay there sleeping.
He carefully and slowly climbs back onto the bed and lays there, propped on his elbow, facing her with his head in his hand. His admiration of her is clear in his eyes as reaches over with his other hand to carefully move her hair from her face. He loves watching her sleep so peacefully. The fluttering in his lower abdomen is a sensation he constantly has in her presence.
He can’t resist his urge to touch her, put his head on the pillow, and then gently caresses the hair and across her shoulders, several times. His forefinger moves slowly along her arm and follows the bend of her elbow to the hand. He fights the urge to stretch his entire body. The urge of a lust stretch affects his breathing pattern. His attempt to fight it fails, but he does manage to move his hand slowly to his hardening penis, which he takes in hand as though he were handling an aircraft joystick descending for a landing and pushes it toward his feet.
A joyful feeling it gives him, but the landing he will have to wait for a little longer. Calming his breathing as best he can, he touches his lover again. This time laying his hand on her naked hip. He so loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin against his palm. Leaving his hand still, he closes his eyes, recalling an image of the previous evening. His cock twitched as he inched a little closer to her. His mind was fighting the urge to get right close and hold her, but the wish not to wake her and let her sleep stops him.
Her beauty overwhelms him emotionally. The urge for another stretch hit him, so he repeats the joystick manoeuvre. A tear appears in each eye. He is not sad but does not understand the reason for the tears. He does know though that he wants to hold her in his arms and not let go.
He feels lips kissing the tip of his nose. Quickly, he opens his eyes and sees her face over him. Damn, I have woken her.
They lock in a loving gaze. She kisses him again, “I love you. Hold me close.”
He takes her in his arms. They merge in a long embrace, heads on each other's shoulders. Nothing is said. Their breathing says everything. Long deep relaxed breaths, full of trust in each other. Caressing each other sensually, they rock slightly in their embrace. He caresses her hair again. She sighs and releases the embrace, then cups his face in her hands and kisses him. Their mouths open wide. The tongues explore each other.
