The sharp, insistent chime of the alarm clock sliced through the quiet of the bedroom, its digital display flashing 9:00 AM.
Rhys, lying closest to the bedside table, stirred, his hand reaching out to silence the intrusive sound. With a soft click, the alarm fell silent, leaving a gentle, lingering hum in its wake.
He shifted, turning onto his side, his body instinctively seeking the warmth of Heather's. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close until they were spooning, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
The soft curve of her back pressed against his chest, her hair tickling his nose, and the scent of her lavender shampoo filled his senses.
Heather stirred in his embrace, a soft groan escaping her lips. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"
"Nine," Rhys mumbled in reply, his voice still heavy with sleep. He tightened his hold on her, reluctant to relinquish the warmth and comfort of her presence. The lingering drowsiness made his words come out in a soft, drawn-out tone.
They lingered in the warm embrace for another ten minutes, the quiet intimacy a perfect start to the morning. Eventually, Heather gently tapped Rhys's arm, which was still wrapped possessively around her.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she murmured, her voice soft.
Rhys reluctantly released her, allowing her to slip from his grasp. He watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the quiet apartment.
A few minutes later, Heather emerged, a cloud of steam trailing behind her. A plush, pink towel was wrapped snugly around her body, and droplets of water glistened in her damp hair. She walked back into the bedroom, finding Rhys sitting on the edge of the bed, already awake.
After wrapping her hair in a fresh towel, Heather saw Rhys's arms outstretched, an invitation for a hug. She chuckled softly, a warm feeling spreading through her chest, and walked towards him, embracing him tightly.
"Good morning," she greeted, her voice filled with affection. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, her movements slow and soothing. "Do you have to go to the company today?" she asked.
Rhys simply nodded, savoring the feeling of her touch. He leaned into her hand, enjoying the quiet intimacy.
"Then you better get ready," Heather said, pulling away slightly. "I'm also going home to my aunt's today."
"Okay," Rhys replied, a hint of reluctance in his voice. He stood up, gave her a quick, playful peck on the lips, and headed into the bathroom.
By the time Rhys emerged from the shower, his hair still damp, Heather had completed her morning skincare routine. The pink towel had been replaced by a black robe, and she was standing in front of her closet, contemplating her wardrobe. Rhys, clad only in his boxers and pants, sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a soft smile.
Heather pulled out a flowing floral dress with elbow-length sleeves, laying it carefully on the bed beside Rhys.
Rhys reached for her hand, gently tugging her towards him. "Come here, baby," he murmured, his voice low and inviting. He pulled her closer, guiding her until she was sitting on his lap, her body close to his.
Heather smiled, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "What are you planning?" she asked playfully.
Rhys, his right hand resting on her back for support, lifted his left hand to her face, gently cupping her cheek. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.
His lips are so warm, Heather thought, her eyes fluttering closed. A wave of warmth spread through her, a comforting familiarity that eased the lingering tension in her shoulders.
He smells like his usual cologne…a bit of spice, a hint of something sweet.
The kiss deepened, a slow exploration that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel his breath on her skin, the gentle pressure of his hand against her cheek.
Is this really happening? Am I really here, with him, like this?
As the kiss intensified, Rhys subtly shifted her position, turning her towards the bed. He gently guided her down, laying her back onto the soft sheets.
Oh…okay. This is happening. What is he doing? Should I stop him? No…I don't want to. I don't think I can. A mix of apprehension and excitement swirled within her.
But instead of deepening the kiss further, Rhys slowly moved his lips away from hers. He trailed soft kisses along her cheekbone, his breath warm against her skin. Oh… Heather thought, a wave of unexpected delight washing over her. That's…nice.
He continued his gentle exploration, his lips tracing the line of her jaw, his chin lightly brushing against her skin. He's taking his time, she realized, a thrill of anticipation building within her. He's making me feel…wanted.
Rhys's kisses moved lower, his lips finding the sensitive hollow of her neck. Heather instinctively tilted her head, granting him more access, her heart pounding against her ribs.
Yes…there. She closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as he peppered her neck with soft, lingering kisses.
It feels…incredible.
His hand, which was previously on her back, slid down to her waist, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her hip. The soft fabric of her robe offered little resistance to his touch, and Heather shivered, a wave of heat spreading through her.
Rhys's lips continued their exploration, moving lower still, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. He paused, his breath warm against her skin, and Heather felt a sudden flutter in her stomach.
He then gently pushed the robe off her shoulders, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. Heather's breath hitched, a blush creeping up her neck.
Rhys's eyes, dark and intense, traced the delicate curve of her body, his gaze lingering on the soft swell of her breasts. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.
His touch…it's electric, she thought, her breath catching in her throat. I've never felt anything like this before.
Rhys's lips trailed along her collarbone, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. He paused, his breath hot against her skin, and Heather felt a shiver run through her.
Then slowly, he moved lower, his mouth nearing the curve of her breasts. He pressed a soft kiss to the exposed curve, his hand gently cupping the swell beneath. Even through the lightly lined material, he could feel the roundness, the warmth.
A low breath escaped his lips, and Heather moaned softly, arching her back further, offering him more access.
The sound of Heather's moan sent a jolt of heat through Rhys. The control he was trying to maintain slipped away. With a swift, decisive movement, he pulled down one cup of her bra, exposing her breast to his eager gaze.
The sight of her nipple, the bud erect and inviting, was his undoing. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over her breast, and he began to suckle, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud.
The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that shot through Heather's body. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her.
Oh god, she thought, her mind reeling. This…this is incredible.
Rhys's tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and tormenting, sending waves of heat radiating through her. He nipped gently, then sucked harder, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
His hand, still cupping her other breast through the bra, gently massaged the sensitive flesh, adding to the overwhelming sensory overload.
Heather's body arched involuntarily, her hips pressing against his. She wanted more, needed more, the pleasure building within her like a tidal wave.
I've never…never felt like this before, she thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Rhys's attention shifted, his lips leaving her nipple to trail kisses along the soft underside of her breast. He paused, his breath warm against her skin, before returning to her nipple, his mouth closing over the sensitive bud once more. He began to suckle again, his movements rhythmic and insistent.
Heather's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each pulse of pleasure. She felt a tightness building within her, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm her.
With a soft groan, Rhys released her breast, his gaze lingering on the flushed skin and the still-erect nipple. He gently lifted her other bra cup, exposing her other breast to his eager gaze.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive bud. He swirled his tongue around the nipple, mimicking the movements he had made on her other breast, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Heather.
His hand released her other breast from the bra, and he began to gently massage the sensitive skin, mirroring the rhythm of his tongue.
The sensation was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Heather's body. Her fingers, trembling, found purchase in Rhys's hair, clinging to him as if he were her only anchor in a sea of pure sensation.
Oh god, Rhys, she thought, her mind a blur of desire. Please…
Rhys, fueled by Heather's soft moans and the way her body moved beneath him, was teetering on the edge of control. The heat radiating from her skin, the soft sounds escaping her lips, were driving him wild.
He released her other breast, his hand sliding down her abdomen, his fingers finding the elastic band of her underwear. With a slow, deliberate movement, he began to pull them down, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation through her.