I hide my gaze in the soft pillow, while outside the fog becomes more and more shy, letting the sunlight sink into our bed.
I know that what I live is no longer a dream. I have imagined so many times this morning that I can sense you are near me, with your warm and naked body. While my husband looks at us from his chair, probably with a coffee in his hand.
You take off the sheet between us and whisper in my ear that this is wonderful, then let your thin lips slip over my shoulder.
With your fingertips you began to draw the outline of my back, gently lowering to my left thigh. Every touch of yours burns me. Because it makes me remember the night before.
I try to hide my moans in the pillow as your fingers slide gently between my thighs. Your kiss on the neck only intensifies my thrill. Your fingers enter my vagina and I feel the need to scream with pleasure.
This is the moment when Alex can’t stay away from us any longer, so he sits down on the bed and begins to caress my thigh.
I hear his voice and I know he likes it. He grabs me by the hand and squeezes me tightly with each moan of mine. Then he whispers in my ear: “Good morning, baby! Do you like to wake up with us? “