The morning light filtered softly into the room, casting a golden glow across the bed. I lay there beside her, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of her chest as she slept. Her face was serene, her hair still a bit tangled from the night we’d shared. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, and for a moment, I just watched her, grateful for the closeness.

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She stirred slowly, her eyes fluttering open, still half-dreaming. When her gaze met mine, she smiled softly, a little hesitant, but undeniably sweet.

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"Morning," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep, and my heart warmed.

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"Morning," I replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. I could feel the quiet uncertainty still lingering between us. She was processing everything, and I didn’t want to rush her.

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I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, pulling her closer into my arms. "You okay?" I asked, my voice low and tender, checking in on her.

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She nodded, but her gaze was distant, and I could sense she was still a little unsure of herself. "Yeah, just… thinking," she murmured softly, and I smiled, understanding that she needed time.

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"Take all the time you need," I reassured her, brushing my thumb over her cheek. I wanted her to feel safe, to know there was no pressure.

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For a few moments, we just lay there, our bodies close, the quiet of the morning wrapping around us. Then, I shifted slightly, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "You know," I said, my voice light, "you’ve got this way of making everything feel so right. Makes it hard not to want more."

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Her eyes met mine, and there was a soft curiosity in them as she glanced down briefly, as if she’d felt the shift in the air. I let my fingers trail lightly down her arm, a gentle touch, before letting them rest at her waist. "But no rush," I continued, my voice still playful but soft. "I just like being close to you."

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She gave a small smile, though I could see her uncertainty. I didn’t want her to feel pressured, but the chemistry between us was undeniable, and the way she responded to my touch made it clear she was starting to feel more comfortable.

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My hand moved down her side, grazing the edge of her leggings as I spoke again, voice low and teasing, "It’s funny... I didn’t expect to feel so… turned on just being close to you." I leaned in, brushing my lips against her neck, the kiss light but intentional. "But I can’t deny it."

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I pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, my fingers still resting near her waist. "If you’re feeling up for it… I wouldn’t mind if you helped me out," I said, the words soft but hinting at what I was hoping for. I didn’t ask outright, but the suggestion was clear, playful in tone but respectful, leaving it entirely in her hands.

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She looked at me for a moment, her expression thoughtful, and then she glanced down again, as if weighing my words. I could see the flicker of hesitation, but also a quiet trust. She was taking in what I’d said, not feeling pressured but also intrigued by the idea.

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I smiled, giving her space to decide. "Only if you’re comfortable. I’d never want you to feel like you had to do anything you didn’t want to." I kissed her gently on the lips, soft and slow, letting her know how much I respected her choice.

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For a moment, she said nothing, but then she shifted, moving closer to me. Her hands slid down my chest, her fingers brushing lightly over me, tentative at first but then with a growing confidence. I didn’t want to rush her, so I stayed still, letting her explore at her own pace.

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As she moved closer, she glanced up at me again, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. I smiled, my hands resting lightly on her shoulders, my touch gentle. "You’re amazing," I murmured softly. "Just take your time."

Her hand wrapped around me, and I could feel the tension in my body begin to build. She moved slowly, her touch soft but deliberate, and I let out a breath, keeping my voice steady. "You’re perfect," I whispered, my fingers brushing through her hair. "Just like this."

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She continued, her movements growing more confident, and I could feel the quiet connection between us deepening with every touch. There was no rush, no expectation, just the sweet, slow rhythm of her pace, and I let her take the lead, guiding her only with gentle words of encouragement.

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After a while, she kissed me again, slow and deep, and I pulled her back into my arms, holding her close. "You’re incredible," I whispered, brushing my lips against her temple. "Thank you."

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We stayed there for a moment, just wrapped up in each other, before I gently guided her back into a more intimate position. The space between us had melted away, and now, as we came together again, it was slow, deliberate, and full of mutual respect.

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Each movement was careful and tender, and when we finally reached the peak of our connection, it was a shared, quiet moment of release. I held her close, my heart racing in my chest as we stayed entwined, both of us breathing deeply, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

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She rested her head against my chest, her fingers tracing gentle circles on my skin. "I’m really glad it was with you," she murmured, her voice soft, a smile in her words.

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"Me too," I replied, kissing her forehead as we lay together in the stillness of the morning.

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​And with that, the story came to a close