On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the comforting weight pressing down on me. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was Adrian, lying over me, his face nestled against my chest. His breath was warm, and I could feel the faint brush of his lips against my skin, sending a wave of heat and tingling sensations through my body. It took a moment to fully wake up, but when I did, I noticed I was wearing nothing but his shirt. The memories of the night before rushed back to me, vivid and intimate, making my cheeks flush with a rosy hue.
A soft smile tugged at my lips as I looked down at him. His face, peaceful and content, was buried in my chest, and a surge of affection washed over me. Leaning down, I kissed his forehead gently, pouring all the love I felt for him into that simple gesture. There was a time when he was just a crush, someone I admired from a distance, but now he was everything to me. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, and the depth of my feelings took me by surprise.
Gently, I began to massage his hair, my fingers threading through the soft strands. He stirred in his sleep, snuggling closer to me, his lips finding their way to my nipple. He started sucking with a tender intensity, as if he were a child seeking comfort. I couldn’t help but giggle softly at the thought—he really was just a big baby at heart. But then, he bit down, not too hard, but just enough to elicit a moan from me. The sound of my own voice, filled with pleasure, startled me, and I bit my lip to keep from making too much noise.
His eyes fluttered open, and he lifted his face from my chest, his gaze locking onto mine. There was a lazy smile on his lips as he whispered, "I love waking up like this. Good morning, my love." His voice was thick with sleep, deep and groggy, yet there was something inviting about it that made my heart race.
"Good morning," I replied, my voice soft and breathless.
Before I could say more, he suddenly attacked my lips, kissing me with a fervor that took my breath away. I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against me. My lungs burned for air, and I tapped his shoulder, a silent plea for a moment to breathe. But he wasn’t done. He trailed kisses from my jaw to my neck, his lips and teeth working in tandem to leave a trail of marks. I knew those marks would be visible later, but the thought didn’t bother me—in fact, it thrilled me. He was staking his claim, and I couldn’t help but smile at his possessiveness.
An idea suddenly popped into my head, and excitement bubbled up within me. If he could mark me, then I could return the favor. With a mischievous grin, I suddenly sat up, startling him. He looked at me, concern flickering in his eyes as he asked, "What happened, baby?"
"Nothing," I replied, my voice full of playful intent. I straddled his lap, leaning in to kiss his jaw. I maintained eye contact, my voice low and teasing as I said, "It’s not fair that only you get to mark me. I’d love to mark you too, so everyone knows you’re off limits."
