Waking up was something I dreaded for so long, all the work that awaited me, all the noise of busy people that erupted through the windows surrounding me. Today, there is no such noise and there is also no work awaiting me.
Right now, waking up involves an arm loosely hugging my waist, black hair tickling my skin, and warm breath fanning the side of my neck. I turn my head and meet the face I've studied so well for the past few years.
Every little mole, every little inch with a story of its own, her unique nose, her eyes and lips in a relaxed state, her face covered in furious strands of hair. Our bodies are covered in nothing but white sheets, completely bare underneath, relying on our body heat to stay warm during the spring winds. Sunlight spreads across the room and I welcome it by escaping from the mess of sheets, then turning to the woman beside me.
"Hi," I say with a soft grin planted on my face.
"Hey," Momo responds with similar grin growing on her face, soon to blossom.
I step off the bed with a hand beckoning her to join me. We follow a similar routine whenever we're together, which involves showering together whenever we feel our bodies yearn for more of each other.
The shower head sprinkles droplets of cold water onto the tiles and floor, some land on my torso and arms as I watch Momo step into the shower. Showering together involves distractions, like the way she looks with water dripping from her hair and down her body. My eyes cannot help but notice her breasts and the way they sit on her figure, how they move slightly with every step she takes, and her toned arms that tighten whenever she runs her hands through her hair.
By the time I've mentally worshipped her entire body, she giggles at me, smiling lowly. Embarrassment trickles down my spine. She offers me suggestive glances, her lack of words isn't surprising as her eyes meet my lips. Heat rushes down my body, strong enough to cause butterflies in my stomach.
"Wash me?" she asks.
I immediately nod and take the soap and rub it in my hands, then press them softly to her chest, lathering it on her shoulders. My hands then land on her breasts, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration, making sure they stay there as long as they can. She puts my hair behind my ear with gentle fingers as I proceed to her hips to relieve the tension she often gathers there.
She hums and I can feel her eyes bore into me when I quietly slide my soapy hands down her legs. I sit on my knees, ignoring the discomfort, cleaning her as asked. The eye contact and silence is never brief like the growing ache between my legs.
She smiles down at me once I've finished and then I watch her bend down to place her hands onto my waist. She pulls me up and into a kiss, ignoring how we are now standing directly under the water. I let her tongue lick all the corners of my mouth, let her bruise my lips eagerly. I know that she wants so much of me and I want even more of her. My hands meet the back of her neck and hers reach up to cup my face, caressing my jaw.
When we pull away, I want to dive straight back in, but I don't. It's too early, we can't let this moment go further even though I would love to let it go the furthest. But I pull myself together and slowly let go of Momo. She does too, giving me the sweetest smile that almost makes me change my mind and attack her lips again, but I hold back.
I proceed washing myself in front of her. Her eyes are fixated on the way I spread the soap on myself, especially when I have my hands on my chest. I watch her with a proud grin as I slowly wash my breasts. I can't help myself whenever her body is near mine. I'd do anything for her eyes to sink into me, they're enough for me to want her soft hands all over me.
