Waking Up Next to Her

I woke up this morning with her beside me, her chest rising and falling slowly. We'd fallen asleep last night after making love all evening, and there we were in the early dawn light, still entangled in each other's arms. I traced my finger down her spine, feeling the soft curve of it under my touch. Her skin was warm and smooth, every inch a memory from the night before. She stirred slightly at my caress, turning over to face me with sleepy eyes. Before we both fully woke up, I pulled her close again, sliding inside her gently but insistently. She wrapped her legs around me, her hips moving in rhythm with mine as if she was a part of me. The way her body tightened around mine, the sound of our skin slapping together softly, it all felt so right, so intimate, like nothing could tear us apart. I reached between us to find her clit already swollen and sensitive, rubbing my thumb over it in quick circles until she was panting against me, thighs quivering. She whispered my name, the way only she can, sending shivers down my spine as I drove harder into her slick warmth. Finally, we both found our release together, collapsing back onto the bed spent and satisfied, wrapped up in each other's afterglow.