Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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Rey awoke the next morning to a warm and wet, velvety tongue licking the pads of her fingers. Beginning somewhat mellow, the dog's urge to gain her sluggish mind's attention became more assertive. Her fingers twitched slightly as her consciousness grew more aware of what the animal was doing.
After a few more moments of sleep, her eyes finally fluttered open when Boba gave her an impatient whine, perceiving the black nose that offset the shepherd's creamy, alabaster fur covering his muzzle through hooded tresses.
Frowning, Rey withdrew her hand that'd hung from the bedside, retreating below the white comforter that shielded her naked body from the ceiling fan's gentle gusts of air. She palmed her hand against the bed's fitted sheet, ridding of the unsolicited dose of doggy slobber. Her eyes wilted, earning another whine that remained adamantly persistent to awaken one of the two occupants in the bed, the other was out of Boba's line of sight since Ben was lying directly behind her with an arm visibly draped over her.
Her eyes opened again when the mattress began to shift under Ben's slow movements, causing the hefty limb that had been draping over her waist to leave with him. Slowly, Rey slid her shoulder back as she pivoted her torso, allowing the skin along the valley between her shoulders to meet the warmth that lingered on the empty space where Ben once lie before caving into the animal's demands.
She watched him unabashedly, eyes laden with bliss whilst devouring every beauty mark and blemish peppering his unclothed shoulders, back and ass. He padded lazily to the bureau beneath a large window flanked by a pair of ivory floor-length drapes, illuminating the room with the morning's superb natural sunlight.
Ben pulled on a pair of fossil-colored sleep pants he'd obtained from a top drawer, giving her a fatigued smile when he turned to see her staring. He joined her again in a quick stride, digging a knee into the bed's padding as he leaned over to press a soft peck to her lips.
"I'll be right back," Ben murmured, the timbre stressing his promise.
Rey nodded, rolling onto her side so she now faced the area Ben had occupied. She could hear his footsteps slowly disappearing down the hallway, and Boba's nails tap-tapping over the wood flooring, surely having his tail wag with excessive cheer as he followed.
Save for the sound of Zuma's waves, bringing in the tide, silence remained as her only source of company in the minutes that followed. Having her eyes fixed on scenery that extended beyond the bedroom window, her thoughts drifted back to the events from the night before, shortly after she'd given him the painting.
Needless to say, Finn had been right about her needless fretting over what clothes to bring. It felt silly to admit after all those nights they'd spent together inside her bedroom in Boulder, Ben could still make her cheeks blush every shade of pink during sex. So many words had been exchanged, including those that'd been rather indecipherable at times, yet none of them were what she'd come here to tell him.
