Morning rose along with Garret. As for me, it felt like a daydream, already aroused and barely awake. Simple subtle moves of my hip stirred the feeling inside of me, the growing sensation of being filled. A bit more, pressing into the warmth beneath me. Oh it felt so good, encouraging me to be bolder with my moves. My skin cracked and broke free from the bond that dried between us, a confirmation that last night was not just an erotic dream.

“Mmm.” I did not consider the consequences; all I knew was that my morning call sent adrenalin through my body. Waking up never felt better. I think boys call it morning wood, and it definitely fit the description.

Still pressed against his body, I sensed the response of his heart awakening, accelerating. It was only a matter of time before he too would stir. Was I ready for my confession? I had already committed to it, at least my body had.

“Kaori?” His voice cracked, doubting, almost asking if it was me.

I didn’t respond. No words, just a soft kiss on his cheek as I raised myself like the rising sun. My hips grinded into him; keeping him deep; stimulating me both inside and out.

“Kaori?” No crackle this time. His eyes opened.

My gaze met his. I didn’t need to say who I was, I saw it in his eyes, I felt it in the soft caress of his hands on my hips and the subtle, but deliberate rise of his body to meet mine. He had accepted this reality. It as at that moment, the butterflies came back, the same ones I had the first time. I was experiencing another first.

No longer was it a secret that I did in the stealth of the night with the blind fold of alcohol hiding my identity. There I was, unveiled, on top of him, impaled, making love to him. Even better than I had fantasized. But I had a head start on him and was already close. His hands guided me backwards, exposing my nerve center, forcing me into a leaning back cowgirl position, stimulating my G-Spot and giving his fingers full access to my most sensitive nub. Instantaneously, my orgasm exploded.

“Oh god, Garrett!