Playtime

Part 1

You wake up to the warmth of your boyfriend Ethan's body heat surrounding you as the sun rises through the curtains on your windows. Your arm is slung over his chest as it rises and falls with his slow sleeping breaths, and your legs are tangled together with his. This morning serves as a nice reprieve from the stressful week you've been having and all you want to do is stay in bed and cuddle with Ethan all day long. But, you know he has plenty of work to do today. You selfishly wish you had him all to yourself instead, so you take this time you do have with him to snuggle up even closer, resting your head on his chest and trapping his waist under your leg.

You're craving more comfort so your hands start kneading on the muscles of his chest, relaxing you and letting you sink further into that peacefulness that stills your mind and lets you escape for a while. Your body takes over for you and you hardly notice that you've started nuzzling your head into him and giving his skin little licks wherever you can reach. You feel him stir under you and quickly still, realizing you've accidentally woken him up. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you and smiling, seeing your big glassy eyes stare back at him, knowing what kind of space you're in this morning. He lifts a hand to rub on your cheek with his thumb and you immediately nuzzle your face into it. Your tongue darts out of your mouth and licks his palm gently. He smiles and kisses your head, snuggling into you.

"Good morning kitty," Ethan says in his raspy morning voice.

"Good morning," you whisper quietly, not really wanting to speak at the moment, just wanting to bask in the comfort of the warm morning and Ethan's strong body holding yours. His hand cupping your face shifts to scratch behind your ear and you lean in, enjoying the pleasant feeling. You could stay like this all day.

It seems Ethan can tell because he reluctantly says, "Baby, I have to tell you something". His words break you out of your little trance for a moment and you open your eyes and look up at the beautiful man in your bed. "I have some work to do today," he continues. Before you look too disappointed by the news that you will be left alone soon enough he adds, "I'm sorry baby I know you wanna relax in bed all day, but I have some good news too. I can do all my work today from home so you can stay with me all day, would you like that?" Of course you would. Your head can't nod fast enough. Ethan giggles and kisses your cheek.

"Okay then, it's time to get up and get ready," Ethan says and you fight back a groan as he peels away the blanket, exposing you to the cool air of the world outside your safe place. He gets up and after stopping to check out his almost-naked body, you reluctantly follow him out of bed, watching intently as his muscles move as he makes the bed.

Ethan finishes and turns around, quick enough to catch you staring, but only smirks and goes to the dresser to pick something up before walking back to you. Your collar. The simple thin leather collar with a little gold heart dangling at the center he gave you when your relationship became serious and he officially became your Dom. You turn and move your hair out of the way, knowing he likes to lock it on from the back so he can see what he's doing. He clasps it and finishes his ritual with a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Ready for breakfast?" he asks. You nod and let him lead you to the kitchen, propping you up to sit on the counter as he cooks. You watch him in his element, getting distracted by your favorite parts of his body. He hasn't put on any more clothes yet and you can't help looking at his strong arms and hard abs. His body reminds you of a statue of a Roman God, chiseled in all the right places with a nice ass and commanding posture. His hair, the healthiest and flowiest you've ever seen. You could stare at him for hours. You don't even know how long you've been staring at him because when you're so rudely brought back to the real world, it's from the smell of breakfast being brought over to you by none other than your personal God himself. He sets his own plate on the table and places yours on the ground right next to where he sits to eat. You make your way over to your spot, earning some head pats as you settle in on the floor.