Shake My Faith

Sin in the Name of Love

His touch was like a stream of sunshine, the way it warmed your skin inch by inch as it travelled over your bare flesh. It was the warmest wake up you had ever had, leaning into his touch as his lips trailed along the back of your shoulder until they reached just below your ear. "I feel you squirming against me, angel. Good morning, beautiful."

You pressed back against him and softened as his nude chest fell against your skin. "Good morning handsome..." you murmured, voice still groggy and laced with sleep. You savored his warmth for a while longer before rolling over to press your breasts against his chest. "Did you have good dreams?"

You tipped your head back to brush your lips against his "Always have good dreams next to you."

His hands roamed the length of your torso, resting on your hip, his finger drawing small shapes against your skin. He smiled at the hum you released at the small gesture, finally pressing his lips against yours in a slow kiss.

Your fingers intertwined with his messy morning hair, running through the locks so lazily as his lips moved in sync with yours. You had noticed how in the mornings they were more plump than normal, so being able to savor the feel of his freshly awoken lips was a special treat you had learned to look forward to.

Keeping it slow, you gently guided your tongue between his lips and hummed once it was accepted by him. The hand through his hair pulled forward to caress his flushed cheek, your pinky holding the crease of his jaw softly.

This is where you wanted to stay. In his arms with the sunrise peeking through the blinds. You wished this moment would just play on like this forever. Pulling away from the kiss you looked over his face, how one of his eyebrows were pushed upward from rest and how adorable it made his expression look.

"What's going on inside that head of yours, angel?" His voice was so warm and delicate that it brought a smile to your face.

"Just admiring you is all..."

He hummed, leaning into you again to press a kiss to your lips, then one to your cheek, your jaw, and slowly he turned you on your back, crawling over you as he trailed kisses along your warm skin. "How is it possible for someone to look so exquisite first thing in the morning?"

You giggled at his question, glancing over at the small alarm clock on his bedside table. "Josh, it's almost noon."

His lips parted from your skin, his head pulling back far enough to look you in the eye. "The question still stands."

You tried to hide back the warmth overtaking your cheeks, but decided you were willing to be vulnerable. "Josh my hair is a mess, my eyelids are swollen and my throat is dry. I'm far from being exquisite." It was spoken with such passionate honesty that Josh couldn't help but to pull away a bit to get a better look.

"I only see perfection in you." Josh murmured as his lips pressed back against your warm skin. "Everything. About. You. Is. Perfect." With each pause he pressed a kiss down your torso and around your breasts.

You chuckled, squirming at the feeling of his fingers traveling to your hips. "I think you might need to get your eyes checked."

Josh looked up at you, looking the most offended you had ever seen him. "Excuse me? I will spend this entire afternoon doing everything in my power to show you just how amazing you are."

You lifted an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on your face as he stared back at you. "And how would you go about doing that?"

Not a single word was spilled from his lips as a response. Instead he left a soft trail of kisses down your stomach until he landed right above your pelvis. You watched as he took every inch of you in, a smile growing wide on his face as he looked over the little imperfections on your skin.