With your eyes gently shut, a gradual awakening took hold, guided by the warmth of a familiar touch against your neck as the morning sunlight filtered into the room, casting its gentle glow on the scene. His kisses, heated and desperate, pressed upon your neck, their heat contrasting with the coolness of the early day.

Mike's fingers trailed your form with a featherlight touch, encircling your waist and coaxing you nearer to him. An almost pained, soft whine escaped his lips, his face flushed.