Morning Cuddles Novels & Stories

Because we both had work in the morning, I set the alarm for an hour earlier than normal, grinning, "Dude, I gave us an extra hour for swim-meat in the morning." He grinned, "Are you sure that's enough? I know you love morning blowjobs...and you make'm even better when you face fuck and give me the whole trophy." When we laid together, I spooned him with my arm over his chest, gently grinding his ass. I was excited about our morning plans, but I resisted the urge to push inside and snuggled into the manly, warm muscle. I savored the warmth of his body, the quiet, and how I could feel him breath...it seemed like everything else had melted away.

“Morning, troublemaker.” I reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead....i couldn’t help it, it was sticking up all adorable. “Morning, Mr. Cuddles. You always this clingy in your sleep?” He blinked fully awake now, catching my hand mid-brush and holding it against his cheek. His thumb traced lazy circles on my palm, sending sparks up my arm. “Only with you, apparently.” His gaze softened, searching my face like he was memorizing it. “You okay? After last night... the whiskey waterfall on Daniel?”

He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “Rest well wifey, tomorrow will be another battle for us.” Clarke mouthed the words “I love you” before he turned his back from her and slept as well. For some reason, whenever they wake up in the morning, their bodies are always entangled in a cuddle. Perhaps even in their deep sleep, they are longing for each other that they have to be intertwined to sleep soundly. “Good morning, hubby.”

I feel bad for being the cause and started wearing compression shorts so she doesn't feel my bulge when we cuddle. She noticed them when she walked in on me changing for bed. She stopped me from putting my night clothes on, wanting skin to skin contact while she slept. I'd wrap my arms around her as she snuggles up at my side with her head on my chest. I'd stroke her hair in silence as her breathing slowed down with her falling asleep. I'd wake up to her playing with my hair, looking down at me with loving eyes. "Good morning," she murmurs quietly on her day off.

he asked. I heaved a deep sigh and stays quiet. I don’t know what’s running through Zero’s mind. And I smell something fishy earlier. He keeps on cutting her mom’s words. It seems like she doesn’t want me to hear anything. I pressed my lips and tries to push aside my thoughts. It’s so damn hard to hold onto something that doesn’t have any assurance. “We’re gonna take a nap and cuddle until afternoon,” he replied. ZERO’S CUDDLE word earlier is a scam. Well, at first, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me into the soft comfy bed, making me place on top of him. Staring at his eyes, makes me drown in my feelings way deeper.

I said, my voice instinctively gentle. He toddled toward me in his mismatched pajamas, his small feet tapping against the tiles. I crouched down and scooped him into my arms, holding him close. The warmth of his little body, the familiar scent of lavender and innocence, wrapped around me like a balm. I kissed the top of his head, his curls soft against my lips. “Good morning, my love,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “Mommy,” he giggled, squirming as I peppered his cheeks with kisses. “Stop! It tickles!”

Avelina’s POV Zayne's warm breath brushed against my neck as I lay curled up in his arms, the morning sunlight gently peeking through the curtains. His fingers lazily traced circles on my bare back while I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was one of those slow mornings where the world outside didn’t matter, where it was just him and me—our own little bubble of warmth and laughter. "You're so clingy in the mornings," he teased, nudging my nose with his.

Greeting the day, she wished warmth not only to herself but to the world, her smooth smile reflecting the promise of a beautiful morning. Stretching, Emma slipped her feet into fluffy slippers and reached for her phone. Reading an invite for a swimming pool party at 11 am, she put the phone down after a brief scroll. Walking to the window sills, she marvelled at the vibrant flowers adorning the surroundings, feeling a surge of positive energy enveloping her. Lost in her reverie, she felt a pair of arms encircle her from behind, offering a tight and secure embrace, not possessive but warm and comforting.

I woke up to the strong smell of something warm and expensive clouding my nose—woodsy, smoky and a little sweet. It reminded me of oud wood. I scrunched my nose and shifted a little, trying to figure out where it was coming from. That’s when I realized I couldn’t move. I cracked my eyes open and blinked into the curve of someone’s neck. Zane’s neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

The bond between us had settled into something that felt like breathing—essential, automatic, impossible to imagine living without. Our morning routine became sacred ritual. I'd wake before dawn to find her curled against my chest, her hair spilled across the pillow like silk, her breathing deep and peaceful in ways that told me she felt completely safe in my arms. Gentle kisses along her spine would wake her slowly, leading to languid morning sex that started each day with the kind of connection that made everything else feel secondary.