BLAZE*

As I regained consciousness, I felt the weight of Lyra's body pressing against me. Her embrace is reminiscent of a koala clinging to a tree branch. The soft sound of her gentle snores tickled my ear. It amazed me how, in my deep sleep, I had missed this adorable sight that unfolded before me. Yearning to capture the moment, I longed to grasp my phone from the depths of my jeans pocket, lying neglected on the floor. Yet, I resisted the urge, not wanting to disturb her peaceful rest. As I stole a quick glance towards the window, I noticed the sun had ascended, casting its radiant beams through the slender gaps in the blinds, illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow. Meaning that it was most likely around seven in the morning.

I needed to use the bathroom. And Lyra is resting just inches away from my morning wood. Contemplated how to move her without waking her up, when she murmured something incomprehensible in my ear. Shifting, she turned to her right side, resting her head on my arm. During the night, we had discarded the covers, which allowed me to maneuver myself easier. Shifted my arm and slid my other hand beneath Lyra's cheek, placing her head back on the bed with gentle ease.

Then rose from the bed, careful not to disturb Lyra's slumber. I retrieved the soft comforter from the floor, its warmth comforting against my skin as I draped it over Lyra's sleeping form. She nestled into it, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Grasping my phone, I captured a snapshot of my ethereal angel sleeping. With a sense of urgency, I made my way to the bathroom. The cool tiles beneath my bare feet provided a refreshing sensation as I relieved myself. Afterwards, I washed my hands, the aroma of soap lingering in the air. Eager to return to Lyra, I returned to bed, the familiar embrace of the sheets welcoming me back.

I noticed it was a little past 7 in the morning, confirming my earlier guess about the time. Despite wanting to go back to sleep, I lay there, unable to do so. It's a Saturday morning, a time when most ordinary people sleep in, but I've never been one to adhere to the norm. Even on Saturdays, I'm awake by six in the morning. I slept until seven this time. Feeling a sense of longing, I moved closer to Lyra, missing the proximity we used to share. Sensing my presence, she shifted so that her head rested on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and inhaled the delightful scent of lavender and apples that always surrounded her. It didn't take long for my eyelids to grow heavy once again, and I drifted off to sleep.

LYRA*

I haven't slept this well in a long time, especially since becoming an adult. For the past four years, Vega and I have been waking up early every morning to work out before heading to school. Unlike most college students, we haven't taken breaks during the summers. Our only respites have been the long holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Unfortunately, my time at the hospital was far from comfortable, feeling as if I were sleeping on a brick wall. I got little sleep after waking up from the coma. However, Vega brought me some books, which kept me occupied along with playing games on my phone and iPad. It feels like we'll never be done with college, especially considering that we've missed an entire semester, which sucks.

I've been awake for a while, hesitant to open my eyes for fear of discovering that last night was just a figment of my imagination. The passionate connection I shared with Blaze, the intimacy we experienced, it would all dissolve into thin air. But then, as if on cue, I felt an arm encircling my waist, pulling me close to a comforting warmth. I opened my eyes and turned to find Blaze asleep beside me. Relief washed over me, a surge of gratitude that it wasn't a dream. The mere thought of it being an illusion would have sent me spiraling into anxiety, my heart breaking with every beat.

I have been needing to pee for quite some time now, but I have been too afraid to open my eyes. Now that I know Blaze is here, I would like to brush my teeth because I don't remember doing it last night and my breath most likely reeks. It would be so embarrassing to come face to face with Blaze in my current state.

I'm not the most graceful person on the block, as we all know. I tried to move, and Blaze tightened his grip around my waist. "Where are you going, beautiful?"

I must admit, I'm not very good at lying. So, when I said, "I need to pee, and I was hoping to brush my teeth before you woke up," it was the truth. Waking up to a man beside me is an unfamiliar experience for me, and I'm still adjusting to it.

Blaze chuckled, then mumbled in my ear, "Do what you need to do, and then come back to me. I would love to cuddle with you some more."

He shifted his arm, creating space for me to leave the bed. In typical Lyra fashion, known for my lack of grace, I toppled off the bed, landing face-first with a resounding thud. I let out a groan of embarrassment. Well, darn it, some things never change. There was no pain, only a bruised ego. Without delay, Blaze approached me, extending a helping hand, and guided me into a seated position.

"Are you alright? Shit, I'm sorry, Lyra. Are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

All I could do was laugh. "To be honest, this is something you'll have to get used to, Blaze. Me falling on my face, that is. Because I'm not a graceful person. This will happen a lot. But don't worry, I'm fine."

He chuckles and helps me to my feet. Checks me over head to toe, then kisses my forehead. "You're so beautiful in the mornings. I hope someday soon to wake up next to you every day."

My eyes widened in alarm as Blaze let out a chuckle, the sound echoing in the room. My embarrassment increased when I saw his amused expression. The aroma of mint lingered in the air, suggesting he had been awake for some time. Like a wave, the realization crashed into me, bringing on a flush of mortification. I couldn't ignore the fact that my breath had been pungent, assaulting him for the past five minutes.

"I'll love every minute of protecting you from yourself, beautiful. Hurry back to me."

He spanks my right butt cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room, and a mischievous smirk spreads across his face as I let out a surprised yelp. Hastily, I rush to the bathroom, the sound of my hurried footsteps reverberating on the tiled floor. Once inside, I catch a whiff of the familiar scent of lavender and apples from Blaze and me showering last night.

In front of the mirror, I gaze at my reflection, my heart sinking at the sight before me. Mockingly, the scar that runs from my hairline to my temple stares back, a harsh reminder of a painful past. My disheveled hair is a chaotic mess of damp, matted curls, sticking out in all directions, like a wild, untamed beast. Desperately, I grasp a brush, its bristles scraping against the knots in my hair as I frantically try to restore order, all while being careful not to cause any pain.

A wave of mortification washes over me, engulfing my senses. It's an indescribable feeling, a mixture of embarrassment, self-consciousness, and a desire to hide away from the world. There's no way I can face anyone like this, not with my appearance in such disarray. As I wrestle with my unruly hair, the sound of a soft knock resonates through the bathroom door, a gentle interruption in my frantic efforts. It's Blaze, seeking entrance, his presence a reminder that I can't stay hidden forever.

"Lyra, baby. I don't care about your hair or your morning breath. You're gorgeous. But I miss you. So, please come back to bed?"

I found myself a true keeper, everyone. Swiftly, I ran a brush through my hair, relishing the smoothness, and brushed my teeth, the minty freshness engulfing my mouth. I hastened towards the door. As I swung open the door, I collided with Blaze, who awaited my arrival. I lifted my gaze to meet his captivating sapphire blue eyes, feeling an overwhelming warmth that dissolved my defenses. In that moment, he scooped me up in his arms, like a fairytale come to life. He placed me on the bed, the softness of the sheets embracing my body. With a deliberate crawl, he nestled himself between my legs, his touch igniting a passionate fire within me. And as our lips met, the intensity of our connection surged, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

BLAZE*

I lay there, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, the room bathed in a soft, golden light. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, mixed with a hint of anticipation. I could almost hear the distant sound of running water, the echo of the toilet being flushed, followed by the soft click of the bathroom door. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling longer than the last. I imagined her standing in front of the mirror, her fingers tangled in her hair, a look of frustration etched on her face. Impatience welled up within me, urging me to nudge her along.

I expressed my thoughts and stood in front of the door, awaiting her arrival. Little did I expect her to burst out with such speed, colliding with me. Ah, the rush of love I feel for this woman. I yearn to delve deeper into her world, discovering her preferences and dislikes. Above all, I crave knowledge of her genuine passions. Lifting Lyra into my arms, I carried her to the bed, consumed by the desire to share my passion with her. Placing her down, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. Just as I was about to dive into her heat, she broke the kiss.

She got up on her elbows. "No, sir, it's my turn to pleasure you. Stand up on the side of the bed."

Her authoritative voice resonated through the room, sending an electrifying sensation down to my cock. It was impossible to resist her commands. Rising from the bed, I stood before her. With a seductive crawl, she lowered my underwear, her tongue caressing her bottom lip in anticipation. A bead of pre-cum escaped from my throbbing shaft, while an intense heat engulfed my desperate balls. Skillfully, she swirled her tongue around the tip of my engorged head, providing a tantalizing release for my pulsating need.

Wow, the sensation was incredible as her warm mouth enveloped my cock. The cool minty freshness from her recent teeth brushing intensified the experience, creating a tingling feeling that was divine. I couldn't help but grip her silky hair as I let out a moan of pleasure. Her seductive gaze locked with mine, adding an extra layer of intensity to the moment. With her other hand, she grasped my shaft, taking me deep into her throat until I could feel the back of her mouth. Despite a brief gag, she extended her tongue, eagerly taking in more of me as she sucked and moved her head up and down. The synchronized motion of her hand rubbing my cock heightened the pleasure even further. Clasping her hair, I couldn't contain my loud moans of ecstasy. I felt my balls tightening, a clear sign I was on the brink of climax. As much as I enjoyed this passionate act, I yearned to make love to her, feeling the tightness and warmth of her slick heat.

"Lyra, stop. I'm about to cum."

"That's fine with me, Blaze. Go ahead."

"No. Stop, Lyra. Maybe some other time. My wish is to make love to you; not cum inside your mouth." She stops everything, her hands falling to her sides, and grins up at me.

"Good girl, now lay down and get comfortable. That was amazing, but I want to pleasure you, not cum in your mouth."

I've encountered no issue with ejaculating inside another woman's mouth, but with Lyra, I hesitate. At least for now, and perhaps forever. There's only one place where I believe my semen belongs, and it certainly isn't in her mouth.

Lyra gracefully laid herself down on the bed, her eyes fixated on me with a seductive gaze. Her gaze then traveled down my body, causing her pupils to dilate in desire. The sight of her biting her bottom lip nearly drove me to the edge of ecstasy. A small trickle of pre-cum escaped from my shaft, catching Lyra's attention as she moistened her lips in anticipation.

Moving closer to her on the bed, I lifted her, carefully removing her nightgown. Shifting her position so that she faced away from me, I explored her sensitive spots, starting with delicate nibbles behind her ear and gradually trailing down her neck. My fingers massaged her round breast, skillfully pinching her erect nipples between my fingertips.

"Lay down on your stomach, love. If it's uncomfortable, we can move into a more comfortable position. Tell me if you're not comfortable alright," I said as I helped her lay down on her stomach and moved her long hair to the side.

I planted soft kisses along the delicate curve of her spine, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. With skilled hands, I caressed her firm glutes, feeling the gentle tension in her muscles beneath my touch. Playfully, I nibbled on each of her supple butt cheeks, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her.

Drawing her closer to me, I wrapped my arm around her waist, lifting her enticing rear towards me. The tantalizing scent of her arousal filled the air as I traced my tongue along her moist folds, savoring the exquisite taste. Despite her anticipation, I knew this was not the moment to venture into forbidden territory. I reserved my desire for one place only, but I understood this act would bring her undeniable pleasure.

"Don't worry, beautiful. I'll never go there with you, relax. You'll find this pleasurable."

Lyra lay beneath me, her body relaxed and inviting. As I traced my hand along her soft belly, I caressed her bud with my pinkie and ring finger, feeling the warmth and wetness that emanated from within her. The intoxicating scent of her nectar filled the air, a tantalizing mix of savory chicken and sweet honey. With each taste, I marveled at the incredible flavor that Lyra possessed. My tongue eagerly delved into her sacred space, swirling and exploring every fold and crevice. Meanwhile, my other hand ventured to her forbidden entrance, gently massaging her firm glutes.

"Damn, baby, this is heaven to my taste buds. Cum for me, Lyra." I knew she was about to cum because her stomach muscles were tightening under my hand.

A few minutes later, Lyra started to shake and moan as her nectar flowed into my greedy mouth. I then started making my way back up, trailing my lips along her smooth skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses in my wake. Her body quivered with anticipation, a subtle tremble that spoke volumes of her desire. I knew her needs all too well, and I was ready to fulfill them.

With a gentle nibble behind her ear, I sat up, carefully lifting her hips to align my throbbing member with her entrance. As I gripped myself, my velvety tip gliding along her moist folds intensified. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our arousal, a heady mixture that fueled our passion.

Once sufficiently coated in her slickness, I pressed myself into Lyra's tight, drenched warmth. The sensation was exquisite, a tightness that welcomed me. I guided her hips back onto the bed, positioning my legs on the outside of hers, bringing her thighs closer together.

I massaged her glutes as I drifted in and out of her. Tracing my fingertips along her spine, I felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. With a gentle grasp on her hair, I pulled it towards me, adding a hint of pleasure to the moment. As I increased the intensity and speed, our bodies shifted to lie on our right side, our forms pressed tightly together. From this angle, the head of my shaft found Lyra's sweet spot effortlessly. The tightness of her walls around me heightened our connection, signaling that we were both on the verge of losing ourselves in ecstasy.

I clutched Lyra's throat with my left hand, my lips exploring her ear and neck. As she grabbed my wrist, our eyes locked, and she nodded in silent approval. With a subtle lift of her leg, her delicate touch teased herself, igniting a fire within me. I became an unstoppable force, thrusting into her, each movement resonating like a relentless jackhammer. The intensity built, and within mere moments, we both reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. Her velvety walls clenched around me, greedily drawing out every drop of passion. Tilting her chin upward, I claimed her lips in a fervent kiss before settling back, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair. My manhood nestled within her, a perfect fit. Wrapping my arm around her, I succumbed to the peaceful embrace of slumber, entwined with my heavenly angel.