Carly didn’t have to open her eyes to know that she’d woken up in Lauren’s arms. God, she loved the way Lauren smelled, like fresh cotton and soap and sunshine, if that was even possible. She didn’t want to move from this spot. Ever. Her limbs felt heavy and comfortable. Her body felt the most rested it had for a long while. Lauren had seen to that expertly. Of course she’d be amazing in bed. She’d probably meticulously crafted her technique with careful thought, the way she approached every other aspect of her life.

Carly found herself lying in the wonderful crook of space between Lauren’s shoulder and her collarbone, which gave her perfect access to place a soft good morning kiss on Lauren’s neck, causing her to stir. “Are you awake?” Carly asked in her best stage whisper. When she got no answer, she smiled to herself and spent a few more minutes reminiscing about the night prior. The details were etched into her being for all time. It had been the single hottest sexual exchange of Carly’s life, and in LA in her twenties, she’d experienced a lot. That was the thing, though. It wasn’t always what she and Lauren did, but how. Their connection, their pacing, their ability to predict the other, their yin-and-yang vibe. All of it.

She absently traced the curve of Lauren’s breast, loving the quiet of the morning with Lauren in her arms. Lauren stirred and shifted closer, pushing lightly against Carly’s hand. Carly smiled at the signal and made her circles smaller, getting closer and closer to her nipple. Lauren, she’d learned just hours before, had very sensitive breasts.

“What in the world have I woken up to?” Lauren asked. She sighed contentedly. “Good morning.”

“It really seems to be.” Carly’s forefinger, at last, landed on the nipple itself and teased it lightly. She pinched it and relished Lauren’s quiet gasp. She ran her fingers between Lauren’s breasts, down Lauren’s stomach, and tickled the tops of her thighs, listening as Lauren’s breathing pattern quickened and hitched. Things were starting to work, and fast. With her knee, she nudged one of Lauren’s legs to the side and continued to lightly tickle her skin in a back and forth motion. When her fingertips reached the insides of her thighs, Lauren’s cheek pushed against the pillow, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Carly continued to tickle closer and closer to the exact spot she knew would take Lauren deliciously over the edge, and when she settled there, softly moving her fingers back and forth slowly, it only took seconds for Lauren to tense, arch her back, and cry out quietly with pleasure. That’s how Lauren did most things. Quietly and to perfection.