In my dream

Sunrise to sunset at Caine's

 Morana

Breathing.

Heavy, warm whispers of air are touching my skin.

Tristan lay in bed, in all his glory, chest up, an arm around my neck, pulling me into his muscly chest, his lips close to mine. My body inclined to his, our thighs intertwined, skin to skin, making waking up beside him one of my favorite moments of the day. 

A moment where we could just be alone, the two of us, before the frenzy began. 

The white sheets, freshly washed, exuded a lavender scent that made me sigh. I mean, I was quite literally in bed with none other than Tristan Caine! That in itself would make anyone sigh...

Tristan changed his position. The white silk fabric molded into a different form around his thighs, now that he was leaning over me, caging me in his sleep. It was as if he was protecting me even in this state. I couldn't help but notice his muscular arms and the way they were now covering my bare breasts. I also couldn't help but notice how I could peek beneath the fabric of the sheets and see the trail of fair-haired hairs that continued in an arrow-like form down to his dick.

Suddenly, I started feeling little wet kisses and playful bites on the base of my neck. Tristan was awake, promising in his kisses an adventure that couldn't happen now. The day was going to be long, and soon enough, our daughter would be up and running to our room. 

"Tristan..." I whisper, my voice trembling, on the edge of surrender, yet fully aware that now is not the moment.

I feel the heat of his touch, the pull of his proximity, but the weight of responsibility presses down like a gentle but unyielding hand. I long to melt into him, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace, but I know... not now.

"Hmm?" he murmurs, his voice low, a playful hint in the way he tilts his head. I see the glint in his eyes, the unspoken challenge, and for a moment, I feel the urge to let go—to surrender to the pull of him.

But I hold back, just barely, my breath hitching as I fight the temptation, my body betraying me with every passing second. The warmth of his hands, the closeness of his touch, it's all too much. I want to fall into him, let go of the resistance... but I can't. Not now.

"We can't, I have to take a shower, and you need to wake Leah up" I murmur softly, the words slipping from my lips like a plea, though my heart still races, urging me to forget responsibility.

"Ah-hamm..." he murmurs, his voice thick with impatience, the sound of it laced with longing. I feel his body shift, the heat between us intensifying, but still, I hold my ground. 

"Tristan, stop—" I say slowly, my voice shaky as his strong hands grip my thighs. He positions himself above me, his piercing blue eyes locking with mine, while my legs fall into a vulnerable upward position when he presses in body down. 

He could enter so easily now... 

And then...

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! Miss Thompson gonna be mad if I'm late!"

"Told you, caveman" - I let out a laugh as I get up to take a shower, while Tristan sighs, trying to relieve the sexual tension that hangs in the air.

10 minutes later