Good Morning....

The alarm chimes quietly and, while two bodies stir, only one awakes.

He spoons her from behind and gently slips his left hand over her hip, under the waistband, and between her legs. Conditioned to satisfy his morning needs, her legs spread and her hips rise to his touch as she rolls on to her back. Her mouth opens, searching, like a hungry little bird, for his first kiss.

His lips meet hers as his fingers begin to pull wetness from inside, preparing her for intrusion. Trapped between his weight and the soft sheets, she dreams of him, feels him filling her, and feels the soft dreamy wetness that seems to satiate her thirst. He is gentle, but insistent as he pulls the silky fabric of her thong to the side and slips in, supporting his weight on his elbows, covering her, without crushing. His lips caress her neck and she responds without speaking as he bottoms out his thrust and cums quietly, holding perfectly still as his body clenches and swells, then empties. He counts to ten and feels himself soften and withdraws,
leaving a shiny trail across her skin.

The alarm chimes quietly and, while two bodies stir, only one awakes
while the other dreams.

(This was written for some friends this morning, and, with their encouragement, I'm posting it._