As the sun peeked through the curtains, she stirred slowly, her eyes still shut. He watched her sleeping form for a moment, taking in the softness of her skin and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and whispered her name.
She awoke to his touch and smiled sleepily. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw. She responded to his touch, her own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
They made love slowly, savoring each other's touch. His lips trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly as he continued his exploration, her body arching into his touch.
