𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

“ Morning Reverie ”

Onika awoke in Beyoncé's hotel room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She found herself nestled next to Beyoncé, whose naked form was pressed warmly against her. Onika's gaze lingered on Beyoncé's serene face, her tousled hair framing her features in a way that made Onika’s heart flutter. She reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Beyoncé's face, admiring her beauty and feeling a surge of possessive desire.

Beyoncé stirred softly, a moan escaping her lips as she began to wake. Onika leaned in, her voice tender and full of affection. "Good morning, beautiful."

Beyoncé’s eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips as she met Onika's gaze. "You stayed," she said softly, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Of course I did," Onika replied, her tone warm and sincere.

Beyoncé, still nestled comfortably under the covers, stretched luxuriously before rising from the bed. Naked, she moved gracefully to the other side of the room, her every movement captivating Onika. The room’s soft light highlighted her flawless skin, and Onika couldn’t help but admire her as she slipped into a white robe.

"Come here," Onika called, her voice sultry and inviting.

Onika propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes following Beyoncé’s every move. She watched as Beyoncé adjusted the robe, the soft fabric clinging to her curves in a way that was both elegant and tantalizing.

"You have to get to your room," Beyoncé said, glancing back at Onika. "Your husband must be worried."

Onika shook her head, her eyes locked onto Beyoncé’s with an intensity that spoke volumes. "Stop talking about him and come here," Onika said, her voice firm yet filled with longing.

Beyoncé’s smile widened as she sauntered back towards Onika, her robe falling open just enough to tease. She approached the bed with a slow, deliberate grace, her eyes never leaving Onika’s.

Onika's gaze roamed over Beyoncé’s body, her desire building with every step. As Beyoncé reached the edge of the bed, Onika reached out, her fingers trailing along Beyoncé’s arm, pulling her closer. The air between them crackled with unspoken promise, the intensity of their earlier encounters still fresh in their minds.

Beyoncé settled onto the bed beside Onika, her skin brushing against Onika’s. She leaned in, her lips almost touching Onika’s ear as she whispered, "I don’t want to think about anything but us right now."

Onika’s breath caught at the words, her hands moving to explore the curves of Beyoncé’s body with a reverent touch. "Neither do I," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

They shared a deep, lingering kiss, their bodies pressing together in a way that spoke of their shared longing. The morning’s quiet intimacy was filled with a gentle passion, each touch and caress a testament to their connection.

Onika's desire was palpable as she pulled back slightly, her gaze fixed on Beyoncé with a mixture of intensity and adoration. "Take this off," Onika commanded, her voice low and filled with anticipation.

Beyoncé raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You do it for me," she replied, her tone teasing yet inviting.

Without hesitation, Onika’s hands moved to Beyoncé’s waist, her touch firm yet gentle as she guided her into position. With a swift and practiced motion, Onika tossed Beyoncé over, her body now facing down against the bed. Beyoncé’s breath hitched with the sudden shift, her excitement palpable as she awaited Onika’s next move.