Alissa in Wankerland 7

We stayed on the bed, curled up. There had been no words said between us yet, no conversation. Maybe that was the beautiful thing about us, we didn’t need words, we felt what we felt and acted accordingly.

He had his head on my bare chest and his leg over my legs. His hand was tucked under him and the other ones rested on my right breast. I ran my fingers through his brown beautiful hair, it had a mild mint smell to it. His eyes were closed even though pockets of light slipped in through the curtains.

I could hear the birds chirping at a distance, they sang a happy tune, or was it just I that was happy, content and safe? I breathed deeply, and with the rise and fall of my chest he awoke and those glossy brown eyes looked at me.

His hair fell over his face, he pushed it back with his hand. We looked at each other for a moment, our hearts swelling with love and we laughed. It was my first time and he was so gentle. He followed me to the bath and cleaned me up, planting soft kisses on