The sunlight streamed in through the window and woke me up with a much better feeling and mood. Even though Mr. Levy wasn't beside me, last night was a very sacred night because we did it differently than before.
He truly allowed me to take control. I sat on top of him and rocked my hips as if dancing to the rhythm of the music. The beats of our hearts, our sighs, and our moans were music that began to intoxicate me. Recalling how captivating Mr. Levy's expression was last night made me long for him this morning.
He might already be awake, cleaning himself up, then immersing himself in his work and not wanting anyone to disturb him. He would call me if he needed me, so I had to hurry to take a shower so I was ready when Mr. Levy needed my help.
