The first thought that occurs to you as you gradually shift from dream back to consciousness is how comfortable you feel in this moment, how content. The sun's rays gently play across your bare chest, mollifying all desire to do anything but lay there, naked save for the thin sheet draped across your waist, basking in the warmth. Slowly, the events of last night begin to come back to you, bringing an easy smile to your face.
Opening your eyes, you drink in the sight of Lila, studying the way the sun traces its' way lazily across her tawny skin, the light teasing the supple curve of her hips before caressing its' way across the smooth flesh of her golden-brown thighs. She's a vision of perfection, her slender body comfortably bare on the bed beside you, lying on her side with her back to you. You slowly run your gaze down her entire length; from the subtle contours of her bare back, to the generous curves and slopes of her ass, until it reaches her delicate feet. The scent of her perfume still lingers heavy in the air; a relaxing scent that spurs a desire to wrap your arms around her and draw her closer.
Unable to help yourself, you place a hand against the soft skin of her back, running your fingertips lightly down her body until they reach her hip. Stirring, she rolls over to look at you, her deep brown eyes smiling warmly.
"Morning," Lila purrs, her voice almost a whisper; low, soft, and husky, yet easy to make out in the tranquil ambience. She doesn't say anything about last night, nor does she have to; the placid, content smile she wears says enough. You're captivated by the sight of her; the tousled tangle of her hair only seeming to make her soft features even more striking in contrast.
Your arms find their way around her, and you draw her into a tender kiss that quickly grows heated and passionate. You feel her hand run down your chest, her fingers following the contours of your form to grip the bedsheet that covers your body.