We realised the we fallen asleep. While the moon was high in the sky, our breathes themselves sang us a sweet lullaby. Unconsciously i had a flap of your shirt amongst my fingers and my warm breath caressing your bare chest and your arms were embracing me.
It was the usual photo. We needed of our touches and feel our breathes, even when we were sleeping. I had need of you and you had need of me.
Slowly, the sun light was arriving and we were opening our eyes. There was ever no a day that we didnt smiled eachother. The fact that we would be wake up always together it was the most beautiful thing that we have would could think. I putted my hands on your chest and slowly even my head. My face was towarded you and you was opening your eyes.
Sweetly i have whisper ‘Good morning my magician…’ and i caressed delicately your face and i approached me to you and i leaned my lips on your, while my fingers were sliding in the shirt and your little moans were coming out.
You was wakening in one of the most sweet way possible, while i was looking at you biting my lips.
Slowly i putted myself above you, while you was focusing on me and sweetly you have holded my hips in your hands and delicately you have started moving me, and sweetly your moans had company. That morning we had make love so sweetly and slowly that we had thought to be lost in another dimension. Our moves were delicate. I left myself be guided by your hands on my hips. We smiled eachother profoundly, and you have touched my breast just a second earlier to exploded in me and i followed you right after. Our moans mixed one in another. While the contractions were fading and we were still in exctasy, sharing just a sweet gaze, a voice outside seemed calling us.
We had have listening it, but i was still above you and you still inside of me and we were arounded by the sensations. They were more magical than usual. In your glance was about to born a little glimmer when slowly you came out from me while you leaned me on the bed. A last tiny moan came out from me and you touched my face and you have kissed me.
I would liked that moment had no end, but the voice outside had called us again.
We had recognized it. It was The Little One. He seemed excited more than usual.
You got up youself from the bed and then you kneeled in front of me, looking at me and in whisper you have said ‘Maybe they have…’ and your excitment has growed up till your heart was going mad. ‘…maybe they have develop their N.I.P’.
I was looking at you always more in love.
I stretched my arms toward you and you have brought me downstairs.”