AN: I don't own LWD
#5 Sunday Mornings
I loved the feeling of her skin. Soft, smooth, and flawless. I loved the feeling of her legs intertwined with mine, my toes rubbing my feet gently.
I love how she quietly snored, no matter how many time she argued that she did not snore. She totally did, but it was a cute kind of snore; soft, almost a purring sound.
They way her eyes shut and the way hey eyelashes curled like little butterflies. Her face was angelic, soft, beautiful, strong, and perfect all in one. I loved how she subconsciously wrapped her arms around my neck. She always made me feel love and warm. I was her security blanket, because she knew that as long as she could wrap her arms around me that she was going to be safe no matter what.
I loved how her hair fell over face, silky, soft, and long. I loved petting it softly, while pressing kisses all over her body. Kisses to her hair, neck, face, nose, shoulders, everywhere.
We always shut off the lights, and turned down the shades. I could hear the rain pouring down outside the window, the sound soothed me and a feeling of warmth washed all over me.
I loved the feeling of the bed that we shared together, the silky, cool sheets, the plush pillows and knowing that this was our life together.
Sunday mornings were my favorite because we shut out the world and just lay together, whether we were both sleeping, one of us awake, or we were both awake. All Sunday morning, we just laid together in our bed, enjoying the love that we have for each other.
