Grumpy kitten

Alexandre stretched out on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head. A flowery smell was in the air, like a soft spring breeze. A small, satisfied smile was on his lips. He looked at the clock. It was time to get up. He had to sift through a few more documents before the meeting. He was somehow tired, did not want to get up yet.

Satisfied, he looked at the figure who had wrapped tightly around him. She had wrapped herself around him like an octopus at night, her arms around his chest, her head buried under his arm. Her dark hair lay scattered over his chest. One of her legs was wrapped around his waist and the other was buried between his legs. She was so soft.

Her long eyelashes cast seductive shadows on her white cheeks. He eased her slightly away and laid her gently on the soft mattress right next to him, careful placing her head on the pillow. Curious, he leaned over her. Looked at her beautiful face. His dark shadow fell on her, shielding the morning sunbeams that had just danced across her face. She looked so peaceful when she slept. A sleeping beauty, as if she was expecting a kiss that would wake her from a long sleep. Her lips drove him crazy.

He stroked tenderly with the back of his hand over her soft cheeks. Lily flinched briefly, mumbled something incomprehensible and then slumbered on calmly. It was still early, just before seven o'clock. He would not see her until evening.

He did not know why, but in the short time she had been with him, he was stunned by her. He enjoyed her presence. Her lightness.

Soft and slow, he kissed her shoulders. First a kiss, then another kiss. He covered her shoulders with kisses. But Lily just groaned. She did not wake up. He did not stop, kissed her further, slowly moving from her shoulder to her collarbone. He knew she was a morning Grumbler. But he wanted to pick up his daily dose of Lily. So he kissed her. He worked his way up her neck slowly. Again and again she frowned and wanted to roll away. But that excited him even more. He gently planted countless kisses on her cheek until he reached the corner of her mouth. Where he only planted one single kiss. An ill-mannered thought pulled his mouth angles up. Suddenly he bit her lower lip.

She woke up. Startled. Her wild curls played around her face like an unruly storm. Her eyes were wide open, flashing tired in the light of the sun. With her full lips she gasped like a koi carp for air. Again and again.

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this." His deep voices roared in her brain. She still needed some time to wake up properly. Before she understood where she was and who had woken her. With a tired moan, she let herself fall back into her soft pillow and curled up again.

But Alexandre did not give up so fast. "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses," He murmured softly into her ear before biting her earlobe with a laugh. Lily drew in a sharp breath and looked at her annoying husband with narrowed eyes. A sudden lust for blood flowed through her.

She wanted to hit Alexandre with her hand, as if she wanted to scare off an annoying mosquito, but he caught her hand in mid-air and crossed his fingers with hers. Then he pressed a hard kiss on her lips and bite again into her soft lower lip. Alexandre left Lily with a throbbing pain on her lower lip and got up. "I should go," He mumbled and went to the bathroom.

"You ass!" She screamed.

Grinning, he closed the door behind him. Alexandre had to stop laughing. Now he knew that his wife was far more than just an ordinary morning grump.

Lily grimaced. She was sick because she had not got enough sleep last night because of this man. He also had the audacity to wake her up. She looked frowning at the clock. It was seven o'clock! Lily thought she had to explode!

"I'll remember that!" She screamed, throwing her pillow against the bathroom door. Then she let herself sink into bed. She rolled uneasily in bed for a few minutes. She felt run over, but her tiredness was gone. She could not fall asleep again. So she crawled out of bed and looked around the room. That was really spartan furnished.

The room was decorated in simple shades of gray. In the middle stood this huge king-size bed. That reminded more of the bed of a bachelor. But what should she have expected? It was aligned to the wide window front. On the wall to the left of the windows was an ebony sideboard that ran the length of the wall and ended in a small reading corner. There were two gray wingback chairs, a round table and a floor lamp that looked more like a modern work of art than a lamp. Opposite the window front was the bathroom door, on which Lily glared angrily.

Lily changed into the dark blue dressing gown she had found on the gray wing chair. The fabric was soft and supple, felt light on her skin. She rolled up the too-long sleeves and wrapped the belt around her waist. Then she went down to wait for him.