The first thing he notices when he wakes up isn't the sun coming through the windows, or the birds chirping, or the slight cold nip of the early morning air.

It's you. Right there in his arms. Warm, pressed into his chest, your soft breaths gently tickling his bare skin and his arms still wrapped around you. He can't help a slow smile as he squeezes you closer, nuzzling a lazy kiss against the top of your head. God, he loves you.

Last night had been intense. A long whirlwind of passionate and intimacy as you both loved on eachother until satisfaction sunk it's roots into both of your cores.

You two didn't clean up afterwards. Maybe you should have, but you were both left so content and worn out, so warm and comfortable in eachother's embrace that moving apart felt like the worse possible action.

He's still nestled inside you, your body warm and wrapped around him as he maintains the intimate connection.