Episode 17: He always woke slowly (18+)

18+He always woke slowly, caught somewhere between dreams and the weight of morning, but he knew her touch before anything else. Soft fingertips drifting over his skin, tracing him like she did every morning, like she wanted to memorize him all over again. He kept his breathing even, not out of pretense, but because he loved letting her think he was still deep in sleep. Loved feeling her move over him without hurry.He felt every path she drew…down his arm, across his shoulder, over the ridge of his collarbone. Light, careful, and incredibly special. Then her mouth followed… warm, delicate kisses pressed into places she’d already claimed with her hands. That was the moment he always fought the urge to react, to pull her in, to flip her beneath him. But lazy mornings had their own kind of sweetness, and he didn’t want to break it too soon.Her breath against his skin, the faint hum of her mouth exploring him…he could have stayed like that forever. He felt himself drifting awake fully, pulled not by the light, but by her.Eventually he’d shift, let a low sound slip out, just enough for her to pause. He loved that pause…how she waited for him, how her presence hovered warm and patient beside him.And then he’d open his eyes.There she’d be, close enough that the world sharpened around her first. Her hair, her eyes, the soft look she only wore in the mornings. It hit him every time…how lucky he was that this was his first sight of the day.A slow smile always tugged at his mouth before he could stop it. “Good morning, lovely,” he’d murmur, voice still rough.And it wasn’t just a greeting. It was the truth of it: She was the best part of his every morning.Written by @gardenz.of.greyThanks for reading AnureetWrites! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com