π| FORTY FIVE

***This feeling, I hope that it is not over yet***

~Carmen~

When the morning came, she was sprawled over your hard body. Her face was your chest and her hands were everywhere.

You had roused awake to the sun kissing your face, streaming in from the opened windows of her bedroom. The silk curtains were dancing softly as you stared at it.

You looked down at the sleeping bundle in your hands and smiled at her overload of cuteness. She was snoring softly against your skin. Your hands came up to her face to push stray strands of hair to the side.

You could not lie that she was beautiful. Her lashes were long and full, sitting prettily at the top of her full cheeks. She had the straightest pointed nose that you have ever seen and her lips were slightly agape.

You ran your fingers over the soft skin of her face. It felt like velvet underneath your touch. Her lips felt as soft as they had been the night before when you had kissed her.

As your fingers trailed lower, skimming over the skin of her neck, she made a small sound in her sleep, holding you closer. You smiled broadly at the gesture and wondered if she was dreaming about you.

Your lazy lingering fingers found its way to her twin peaks. One of them was buried underneath her chest, squashed against yours. The other was easily assessible. You pinched her nipples between your fingers and she moaned in her sleep.

You repeated the action, once, twice, enjoying the unconscious sounds of pleasure that she made. You left her nipples and began to gently move her into her back so that she does not wake. The moment you successfully moved her into her back, she whined softly and you stilled, waiting for her eyes to open.

But, they did not.

You climbed out of bed and stared down at her. Her black and red hair was sprawled in the pillows beneath her head. Her breasts were standing, calling, inviting -her nipples still erect from your inciting touch. She was a work of art, a masterpiece.

You looked around the room, at your clothes scattered on the floor. Last night you both had been so impatient to be conjoined. You went around picking the pieces of clothing and folding them. You arranged them neatly on one side of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

You needed a shower and you also needed to go to work. You had had a taste of the girl you had met in the club last night and well, you were sure that it was not far from over. You realized that you were stupid enough to think that you could stay away from Rachel too long.

Her bathroom was small and cozy, the shower stall made of glass. You stepped into the stall and operated the shower. Warm water blasted out if the tap, cascading down your well rested body and washing away the sweat and grease from all of the actions from the night before.

You sighed softly, allowing the water to go over your hair for a while, completely wetting it, before you reached for her soap. It was liquid and it smelt just like her. You put a generous amount unto your palm and rubbed it over your body.

The scent reminded you of the night before, your nose in her hair or when your face was buried in her neck. This fragrance has wafted into your nostrils then, titillating your senses and keeping you aroused.

You recalled the feeling of her walls tightening around you, her tunnel wet and slippery with the evidence of her want. You swallowed softly before landing a small but sharp slap unto your right cheek with your right hand. You moaned in pain.

"Carmen, focus," you said to yourself as you continued to clean your body.

When you were done with washing yourself, you washed

~OmaPhinaPhire🔥