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The sun was barely over the horizon as Aaliyah stretched her arms over her head. She twisted her back, cracking the aches, and rubbed the back of her neck with her smooth palm. It was a peaceful time in the first hours of the day with no traffic passing by and the birds chirping in the trees below your view.
Just as you extended your arms above your head again, your two arms wrapped around her waist. You smiled to yourself, looking down at your hands as they ran across her skin grazing your nails against the womans torso. Her knees sank into the bed when she leaned in behind you, kissing your bare shoulder before playfully biting your earlobe.
“Good morning, darling.” She smiled, her arms now around you, running her hands over your tense figure.
“Mornin babygirl.” You lazily chuckled.
Her lips brushed your ear, “Got any exciting plans today?” She asked you.
“Hmm, nothing specific in mind really.” You answered, leaning your head back as her hands continued to slowly move over your body, “What about you?”
The woman giggled, “Hmm... nothing special, besides oh I don’t know...seeing how many times you can make me cum.” She grinned as her right hand slid under the band of your underwear. Fingertips ever so slightly grazing against places only her eyes have had the pleasures of seeing, testing how far you'd let her go before you gave in to her advances.
You didn’t expect the gesture, but smirked anyways before pulling away to turn around to her. She wore your white t-shirt from the day before, seeing how perky her nipples were through the fabric from the low sunlight coming in.
You placed your hands on the small of her back before wrapping your mouth on the girls clothed left nipple. The fabric became wet as you pressed your tongue on the barrier, teasing her as your hand caressed the right breast. Liyah flung her neck back, that vein that was ever so prominent showing proudly, a smirk painted on her lips, letting out a faint moan as your hand slip under her thin shirt. She loved how tender your touch was– realizing how much she missed it compared to other guys (and girls) she hooked up in Paris.
It had been a few hours since she landed in New York and the girl was relieved when meeting the arms of her best-friend, Y/N. After receiving a job as a photographer for the mens NBA teams, she could only contact you through the phone. Constant, but long facetime calls where it was her late afternoon and your early morning, talking about her days and what her plans were, even flirting about the few desperate photos either of you sent the nights prior.
You missed the girl, but mostly your relationship. Before you left, you two started from a playful friendship and turned into platonic sex every other day. You grew up together and shared the same school friends, but there was something you found in one another throughout all those years. Just like yourselves, your relationship matured as you were finishing your senior year at each of your schools.
