I woke in the morning and the sun was shining softly through the curtains. I laid there with my eyes closed for a few minutes.
Heated kisses, hands exploring each others bodies and breathless whispering flashed through my mind. A warm and excitable feeling stirred deep in my belly as I relished all the feelings and memories of last night.
Tom and I had made love for the first time. And then a second, and so on. It was incredible. My body was tender in certain places that hadn't been fully satisfied in a long time.
It wasn't exactly painful, just a tender reminder of him. I slowly opened my eyes and Tom was facing me, his expression looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.
I didn't want to wake him up so I slid on my underwear and grabbed the shirt he was wearing last night. I closed the bedroom door behind me softly. Making my way to the small desk, I picked up the phone and ordered us some room service breakfast, the lady on the other end of the phone said it would be up in around twenty minutes.
It was still relatively early in the morning, the clock hanging on the wall reading 8am. I pulled open the heavy drapes that were covering the windows to let in some light. There were still some light curtains behind them for privacy.
I peaked out of them, taking in the view of the city. As I stood at the window, I took my hair out of the braids from last night that were a mess. My hair was in big curls after being undone and it felt wild and bouncy.
I closed my eyes, the sun warming my face and the antics of last night flashed behind my eyelids. From our intense kissing and making out to the more delicate moments of when came together for the first time. Both of us taking a few seconds to adjust, as we gazed into each others eyes. Breathing heavily at the anticipation and slight nervousness.
A shiver of pleasure ran through me at the thought of how his body moved in mine. He was incredible last night, and such an attentive lover. He could tell from my movements and sounds that he was pleasing me. But he also checked in with me to see if I was okay, or if I wanted something differently.
I'd never been with a man who was so considerate of the things I needed or liked when being intimate. It felt like he was so in tune with my body. I hoped I was as good a lover as he was.
There were some soft knocks at the door which snapped me out of my day dreaming. I looked down remembering I had no pants on. I grabbed a towel from the linen closest and threw it around my waist.
"Bonjour, here is your breakfast Miss. Please leave the cart inside the room and we will collect it during our cleaning services" She smiled at me, wheeling the cart in for me.
"Thankyou so much" I said and closed the door behind her.
I wheeled the cart through the hotel room to the bedroom door and opened it quietly. I stopped it at the foot of the bed, dropped the towel and climbed back into bed.
"Tom?" I spoke softly while brushing some hair from his eyes. I leant down and kissed his cheek gently and whispered his name in his ear.
"Hmm" He grumbled sleepily, he rolled onto his back, his bare chest and stomach exposed. The blankets were covering his lower half, hanging onto his hips.
"Morning" I said, still speaking quietly and caressing his face.
"Hey" He said leaning up to kiss me on the lips. He rubbed at his eyes and sat up in bed more.
"I ordered us some breakfast" I said cocking my head to the trolley in front of the bed. He stretched his arms high above his head and let out a small yawn.
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FanficRhylee Miller has recently moved across the pond from Australia to the UK. With her beloved dog by her side, she's determined to make some friends, get a job and see what this new country has to offer her. A chance meeting with a lost Staffy will br...