Love life with patner

The sun hadn’t fully risen when I woke, and the light trickling through the sheer curtains was gentle enough that I kept my eyes closed.
I stretched out my leg, careful not to shift too hard on the mattress surface, but he stirred behind me. His hand reached out to brush over my hip. His fingers playing over my tattoo like they were now after we’d shared a wild night, where he’d invited me to explore this intense, delectable world with him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this.” His voice is thick with desire or emotion. It’s difficult to tell which because I can’t see his face.
That time is amazing for me.