An Ocean View

An Ocean View
by Minna Von Walden

The room was warm, but cool, a rather comfortable temperature. Not too cold, not too hot, but just right. The sounds of ocean waves gently kissing the beach and filling the air with a crisp salty scent. The sheets and the bed were delightfully cozy; she could stay in them for days. Her body completely bare underneath, as she lay stretched across the bed. A gentle breeze dancing over the parts of her left uncovered. Although she had not yet opened her eyes, she could feel the sunlight of the morning filtering in from the balcony.

As she lay there, basking in the comfort of her bed, the breeze, the perfect temperature, and the sounds of the ocean, she stretched her body and opened her eyes. The sunlight filtering in through the balcony doors in front of her. Just as she had expected. The ocean and the sky just beyond the doors. The breeze catching the fabric of the curtains and sending them scurrying about as if they were attempting to fly away. The fabric, almost like butterflies, dancing in the breeze. A stronger breeze, moving them more vigorously, bringing the tails of the curtains higher than usual, and bringing her attention to a table on her balcony. A table where he sat. He was there, his coffee in hand, sitting at the table, just outside her balcony doors.

His eyes on the ocean, then down to something in front of him, likely some electronic device he was reading from. He enjoyed reading, and he enjoyed her. As blissful as she felt, he must feel even more so. Looking at him, as he sat there, on her balcony, she thought of his touch. The way his touch felt. Watching him as he drank his coffee. His lips touching the cup, gently opening then closing. It made her think of his lips on her skin the night before. She watched him for a moment, jealous of the coffee cup and of the contact it was getting from his lips.

The day was a quiet, calm day, the weather was beautiful, and he’d awakened early to enjoy it. She lay there quietly, not wanting him to know she was awake. Watching him amazed her, watching him enjoying something, feeling it, as he seemed to feel his mornings on the balcony, with his coffee, reading and watching the waves touch the sand in a way that seemed almost intimate. If he knew that she was awake, he’d be back in bed, back at her side. As much as she loved the feel of his body beside hers, the sound of his beating heart and the way his breath danced across her skin, she also loved watching him at peace each morning.

She watched until he felt her stares, almost as if the wind or the ocean had told him she was awake, he quickly and suddenly turned and looked in her direction. An amused chuckle as he saw her awake and watching him. He wasted no time putting his reading material and coffee on the table and making his way back to her. “Why do you watch me? You would sit in silence for hours if I didn’t notice, wouldn’t you?” His voice strong but his tone gentle as he spoke to her, as it always was. He adored her, and she held the same adoration for him. The next thing she knew, he was back in bed with her, kissing her good morning and telling her how much more beautiful was she than the ocean.

The room was warm, but cool, a rather comfortable temperature. Not too cold, not too hot, but just right. The sounds of ocean waves gently kissing the beach and filling the air with a crisp salty scent. The sheets and the bed were delightfully cozy; she could stay in them for days. Her body completely bare underneath, as she lay stretched across the bed. A gentle breeze dancing over the parts of her left uncovered. His hands under the sheets, creating blissful sensations as they trailed over her skin.

 

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