The Morning After

The very beginning of the story...

The sun shone through the window, illuminating her silky brown hair, pink tips and all. I watched her chest rise and fall with the breath that only sleep brings; each gulp of air extending the blanket up towards the ceiling. Her countenance was calm and serene, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. I peered at the little, box-shaped clock lying on the floor, various parts of it strewn across the room. The neon green digits continued to flash the correct time, even though the clock appeared severely damaged by the previous nights events. A slight breeze blew across the room, shifting her hair which had once lain flat against the pillow. I brushed her hair aside to its proper place, taking great care not to wake her. After some time had passed, I rolled onto my side, grinning as I recalled my luck-filled evening. Feeling the movement from my side of the bed, she turned over, moved my hair aside, and gently caressed my neck with her lips. I released a sigh of great pleasure as she slid one hand down the curvature of my body; my spine, my waist, my hips. Her touch, as light as the wind, sent shivers of excitement pulsing through my body. I rolled onto my back and turned my head to face hers as she climbed on top of me. She shifted her weight back and forth before settling into a comfortable position. I stared into her beautiful amber eyes, dilated with excitement and anticipation. She rested her chin in the crease of my neck and as I turned to kiss the top of her head, she looked up and pressed her lips against mine. I opened my mouth and passionately reciprocated.