Morning Cuddling Novels & Stories

He'd have been content forever with that. "Not yet," She whispered, turning towards me, her hands on my chest and our legs tangled together. She sighed in contentment, making me move closer to her until I cradled her in my arms. She didn't protest as I cuddled her. "Hmmm..." she hummed, snuggling deeper until her hips were firmly grinding against my cock. It twitched in my pants, and my knot felt tight, but I ignored it. Her comfort was more important than my pleasure. "We can cuddle all morning like this if you wish," I whispered, gently nudging her neck with my nose. She snuggled deeper against me, searching for more warmth, and I had no problem providing it to her.

Her arm wraps around me and she nuzzles her face in my tummy, her action had my breathe hitching and I could feel my pants getting tight. I settled myself on her bed and in an instant she cuddled up next to me ; allowing my self to settle comfortably while shifting her body. Her body pressed against me, legs tangled with mine, her face in my neck and I cherish the feeling of her in me, I breathe in her familiar scent of vanilla and lavender holding her close to me. I hope she forgives me soon, I want her back. I woke to the rays of sun on my face as I blinked my eyes to get myself adjusted to the brightness. Anu is cuddled to me her face in my neck and she hid herself from sunrays.

That's where I found my husband, standing at the railing, gazing out at the stunning morning view. My heart swelled with love and affection as I approached him, and I couldn't resist the urge to run up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. He felt so warm and solid, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I hugged him tightly. He turned to me, a gentle smile on his face, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "Good morning," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

Kazimir murmured, pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. "Morning, Muffin," Kallum whispered, nuzzling his face against my neck. I basked in their love, feeling better this morning. The events of the past days still weighed heavily on my heart, but having my mates by my side gave me the strength to face whatever lay ahead. We stayed tangled in each other's embrace for a while longer, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. I could feel our reluctance to untangle ourselves from the cozy cocoon of our morning affection.

“Good morning!” “A very good morning!” I replied holding on to the blanket. He leaned down and started on my breasts as he slowed down a bit. I pulled him up to me and kissed him sweetly as we finished a few moments apart. We cuddled together for thirty minutes holding hands. “I need a nap after that.” I murmured with a sleepy smirk.

Casper groaned. If anyone saw him working or in a meeting, they'd think he's the one who drags me out of bed in the mornings not knowing it's the other way round. Dragging him out of bed is a huge battle, he'd always argue on how he wants to cuddle for five more minutes every ten minutes. "Yes. Now get your silly ass out of bed, it's morning already." I said, trying to disentangle myself from him. "Nooooo." Casper yelled dramatically. He wrapped me closer to himself like a child cuddling his teddy bear while scared.

I gently close my eyes and allow sleep to envelop me in her warm embrace. --- Morning breaks with soft sunlight. She’s still nestled against me, her face pressed to my chest, fingers curled around my neck. I don’t move; I don’t want to lose this moment. She stirs, lifting her head. Her eyes are still heavy with sleep, hair tousled, lips slightly parted. “Morning,” she croaks. I press a kiss to her forehead. “Morning.” She offers a small, genuine warm smile. “Did you sleep well?” “No.”

"Fuck, why am I crying? This is stupid. My professor who's almost twice my age is feeding me right now." I pulled her close, and the tray shoved aside. "Hey, no, it's not. I get it you're frustrated. I'm sorry." She sniffled, leaning into me. "It's just... sweet. No one's done this for me." "Idiots, then." We cuddled like that, her head on my chest, me stroking her hair, cuddling hard, like the articles said, releases bonding shit, makes her feel loved not just lusted.

She was just sleeping and breathing and warm against me. Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a few times before focusing on my face, and I waited for her to pull away or say something about how this wasn't appropriate but she didn't move. "Morning," she said and her voice was rough from sleep. "Morning." "We're cuddling." She pointed out. "Yes." I replied still not moving away. "That wasn't the plan." "No it wasn't." I should have let go of her but my arm stayed where it was. "We must have moved in our sleep."

I'd met him twice, and he seemed very kind and genuine, but what his views on this topic were, I didn't know. But then, there's always the question of 'does it matter?' Was Sarah even interested? And more and more I was thinking she might be. The subtle touching, the shy smiles, there might be something there. We hadn't had another cuddle like on Labor Day, but we were definitely growing closer. We spent our evenings together, talking about our days, playing games, or just sitting and reading in companionable silence. But the best nights were when we would snuggle under my mom's afghan. Sometimes she'd link her arm in mine or lay her head on my shoulder. I lived for those moments.