Morning

A long, lightly tanned naked leg dangled from under the bedcovers. The owner of that leg, her brown hair scattered wildly across the white pillow, lay nestled in the rumpled bedclothes of last night’s frantic lovemaking..

She rolled over, trying to deny the existence of the daylight that comes after a long happy slumber. She didn’t want the day to start yet… not when the warmth of the soft bed and even warmer hardness of the body next to hers beckoned her to stay buried under the comforters and tucked away from the rest of the world. Her long slender fingers snaked out from under the pillow. Although the texture of his skin and the rough feel of his chest hair were etched on her memory forever, the need for her to remind herself was overpowering.

She could smell him already. She breathed in deeply, buried her face in the pillow, rolling on to her belly and sliding her arm across his waist. The other shapely leg draped intimately over his hip, brushing dangerously close to his morning erection. Well, if she was going to have to be awake, she might as well make the most of her time.

She grinned to herself as he stirred slightly under the weight of her arm. His face, relaxed and boyish in sleep, turned toward her, his dark hair tousled and soft as it brushed lightly against her cheek. His eyes were still closed, but she could read the warm pleasure that washed over his face as her fingers slid slowly down his belly, tangling momentarily in the narrow line of hair that trailed to where her knee now rested.

His eyes opened suddenly, as if he had never been asleep. She felt the staccato beat of her heart that his piercing gaze created every time he looked at her. Her blood instantly began to pulse round her body to those areas that become engorged. . She smiled to herself knowing that at any minute he would shift his body ever-so-slightly and pin her to the bed with a good morning kiss that would most assuredly make her late for work. She looked at him with a soft, doe eyed expression, her lips parting only a fraction of an inch. It was all he needed…without a word he rolled himself onto one elbow and leaned over her, a small smile on his lips…his left hand came up to cup her cheek, then slid around to the nape of her neck, where he knew the skin was oh-so-sensitive and then onto her shoulder.

He caught that “you are going to fuck me “ look in her eyes and softly offered his lips to hers. . His kiss was as gentle as butterfly at first, asking nothing of her but to receive what he tenderly offered. The next movement of his mouth brought a little more pressure; her lips opened to feel the tip of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip.

A soft moan escaped her throat. His fingers tightened instinctively on her neck, and pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt that there wouldn’t be time for breakfast this morning.

He wrapped his arms around her- one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom.