Entwined

Half honey moon

We flew to Vianden a small picturesque village in Luxembourg. I immediately fell in love with it. its medieval castle and charming cobblestone streets are the aesthetic I love. Hugo's grandparents live in a gorgeous cottage house. We arrived late at night but we enjoyed our dinner together and went up to our room in the second floor.

From the window, we caught glimpses of a castle nearby, illuminated by moonlight, a silent guardian overlooking the village.

In Vianden, time seemed to slow down, allowing us to savor every moment, every sensation. It was a place where history whispered secrets, where beauty unfolded in every detail. And as we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the magic of this enchanting village and the memories we were creating together.

A gentle breeze caressed my skin, coaxing me from the depths of slumber. With my eyes still closed, I basked in the lazy embrace of morning, reluctant to open them and disturb the tranquility of the moment. The air carried a familiar fragrance of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread, teasing my senses and drawing me closer to wakefulness.

In the background, the sound of the shower ceased, followed by the soft creak of the bathroom door as it swung open. Footsteps approached, their rhythm familiar and comforting, until I felt the gentle touch of a hand brushing against my face, accompanied by the tender press of soft lips against mine.

Soft kisses, like whispers of affection, gently stirred me from my slumber, drawing me into the warmth of the morning embrace. In that moment, with the world still half asleep, I savored the sweetness of those tender moments shared in the quiet intimacy of morning light.

I let out a playful groan, a silent protest against the overwhelming affection enveloping me. Opening my eyes, I gazed at Hugo, drinking in the warmth of his presence. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I welcomed his soft kisses with a contented sigh.

"Good morning, princess," Hugo whispered, his voice a gentle caress against my ear.

"Good morning, fluffy bear," I replied, a fond smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

As I stretched my back, Hugo gently guided me to lie on my stomach, his skilled hands finding their way to my tense muscles. With each knead and stroke, I melted into his touch, a symphony of pleasure escaping my lips in soft moans.

"I have a surprise for you later," Hugo murmured, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. "I am confident that you will like it."

"Ugh, don't do that. I hate waiting for things," I protested, though the teasing glint in his eyes betrayed his playful intentions.

"I know, and I like to torture you," he teased, a mischievous grin dancing across his features.

"What is it? Like, generally speaking," I inquired, unable to resist the lure of his mystery.

"It's a place, and I am not giving any other hints," he answered, his tone teasingly cryptic.

I turned to face Hugo, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes as I lightly traced my nails along his V line. "Are you sure?" I teased, my voice a playful whisper.

Grabbing hold of the towel still snug around his waist, I pulled him towards the bed, the fabric curling around his form before I guided him to lay. Seating myself on his lap, making sure that my ass sits right on top of his dick.

I sit straight, towering him as I take off my t-shirt, setting free my breast. My thong was the only thing left.

Hugo's gaze met mine, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Whatever you do, I won't comply," he declared, a smirk playing on his lips, challenging my playful advances.