"You wearing lace and I'm feeling so much amazing." He says with his adorned eyes.
"Oh?" I ask.
He tips my face up, planting a light kiss on my lips.
Oh, I could wake up to this every morning.
"Babe, you're too beautiful," He says sweetly
"You too," I say shyly.
He brushes the hair away from my face, looking at me affectionately.
"Will you kiss me now, sweetheart?" He requests.
I fulfil his request immediately, taking his lips calmly and following the slow, gentle strokes of his tongue.
We both hum in harmony.
Oh, this is good. But our intimate moment is broken by the loud, shrill from his phone.
He grumbles and reaches past me, but still maintaining our kiss. He glances up at the screen as he holds it over my head.
"Oh, go away." he gripes against my lips.
" Baby, I've got to take this." He pulls away and answers, keeping himself firmly between my thighs, his free hand around my waist.
