The night passed in a haze of contentment and warmth, Xiao's presence beside me a comforting constant. The soft glow of early morning light began to seep through the curtains, gently waking me from my slumber. I felt Xiao stir beside me, his arm still draped over my waist.
As I began to wake up, I felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, the touch both soothing and teasing. I hummed softly, not yet ready to open my eyes but aware of the growing intimacy between us. Xiao's touch moved from my back to my sides, his fingers lightly grazing my skin, sending shivers through my body.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep but laced with affection.
"Good morning," I replied, my voice barely a whisper as I nestled closer to him.
Xiao's fingers continued their gentle exploration, his touch becoming more deliberate. He leaned in, pressing a series of soft kisses along my shoulder and up to my neck, each one sending a wave of warmth through me. I could feel his breath against my skin, the intimacy of the moment deepening with every touch.
"You're so beautiful when you wake up," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
I smiled, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "You're just saying that because you're here with me."
Xiao chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Maybe, but it's true." His hand moved to my hip, his fingers gently squeezing as he shifted closer, his body pressing against mine.
The sensation of his warmth, combined with the gentle teasing of his touch, began to stir something deeper within me. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in the soft morning light. There was a tenderness in his gaze that took my breath away, a mix of affection and desire that made my heart race.
Xiao's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. "Can I?" he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for permission.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. "Yes," I whispered, the word filled with anticipation.
He leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss. His movements were deliberate, each touch and kiss a testament to the depth of his feelings. As our kiss deepened, Xiao's hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer until our bodies were perfectly aligned.
"Let me make love to you," he murmured against my lips, his voice filled with a gentle urgency.
"I don't know if making love to me is a good idea," I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling slightly with the uncertainty and fear of where it might lead. Despite the comfort and warmth between us, the deeper implications of our actions were daunting.
