Beneath the Covers

Perverted POV

xVirtual

The first light of dawn painted our room in soft, honeyed hues, catching the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny fairies. Beside me, Cali stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine with a sleepy, yet deeply knowing smile that sent a familiar warmth spreading through my chest. She shifted, the sheets whispering against her skin as she turned fully towards me, her leg sliding over mine with a deliberate, languid grace. Her fingers, still warm from sleep, traced a path from my jaw down to my collarbone, a silent question written in the tender pressure of her touch. I could feel the steady, quickening rhythm of her heart answering the unspoken yearning in my own. Our breaths mingled, a shared, quiet language as I leaned in to capture her lips with mine in a kiss that tasted of dawn and infinite promise. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could dissolve the last whisper of space between our souls. The world outside, with its distant sounds of waking life, faded into a meaningless blur, leaving only the sanctuary of our shared warmth beneath the covers. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as I moved to kiss the delicate hollow of her throat, feeling the vibration of her pleasure against my mouth. In that suspended moment, every caress was a vow and every shuddering breath a quiet prayer of devotion, sealing the morning in a perfect, private eternity.