The Veiled Hearts

🌹The Morning Heat🔪

Mmmmm... Aaaaahhhhh... This can't be real. His lips, warm and firm, are wrapped around my nipple, and my body betrays me, arching into his touch while my mind screams to stop. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, against my better judgment. "Suck the left one too," I gasp out, barely recognizing my own voice, the words slipping out in a breathless rush of need.

He grins against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Yash lips are on left nipple now while his fingers knead my other breast. Why isn't he saying anything? Is it just me lost in this heat, this undeniable pull?

"Yash... do you like them?" I ask, my voice trembling, a whisper. He only responds with a low, "Hmmmm," followed by a teasing bite on my nipple that sends a shock of pleasure coursing through me. "Aaaaahhhh!" I moan, urging him further. "Bite harder, stop being so gentle..."

His kisses continue, soft yet consuming. Then... nothing. I blink. Where did his lips go? Why am I not feeling his tongue anymore?

Suddenly, my eyes snap open. Oh no. It was just a dream-an utterly filthy, horny dream! And the worst part? It's because I spent the night sleeping next to him for the first time.

I turn my head to find Yash still sound asleep, the morning rays illuminating his peaceful face, his arm draped around my waist, our legs intertwined. My bra hangs unhooked, my breasts exposed but hidden under the blanket. God, I'm the one who's horny in the morning, while he's sleeping like an angel.