He woke with a start, worried that he had slept in and would be late for work. Usually he woke just five minutes before the alarm clock went off, so he was a little surprised upon seeing that he still had twenty minutes before he had to get out of bed. What had woken him, he wondered. He listened in the dark for any foreign sounds that might have stirred him, but no, the house was still quiet.

Put off that something had denied him that little extra bit of sleep, he huffed and turned to his side and was greeted by the sight of his lover’s bare breast.

Oh, hello.

She lay there on her back, the sheet low on her hips, and the lose tank top she wore to bed had shifted in her sleep so that her left nipple was exposed. It practically taunted him in the dim light that was just beginning to fill their bedroom.

His semi morning hard-on now at full mast, he grinned and reached a single finger out to playfully flick the rosy temptress. His sleeping lover’s brows drew together and her lips went full pout before she turned away and curled up on her side.

Not at all discouraged, he snuggled up behind her, spooning her, and stroked her bare arm with his thumb while gently kissing her clavicle. Her body tensed at first, but as she began to stir it relaxed with a sigh and she wiggled against him until his cock that had been awkwardly poking the back of her thigh was snug just beneath the curves of her full bottom.

She turned her sleepy lips to his and they kissed and smiled before she lay her head back and let him continue.

He was slow and gentle, caressing the skin of her arms with his fingertips, warming the flesh of her back and neck with his mouth. He allowed her body to become accustomed to his touch before slipping his hand beneath her top to thumb that nipple that had teased him so.

Victory is mine, you wicked pink morsel!

She moved her hips seductively, massaging his cock with her ass and his hands grew more eager, squeezing her breast now as he sucked on the skin just below her ear. His lover reached behind to yank his boxers down and then lifted her leg just slightly to rest on top of his. Her panties were moved out of the way and he slipped easily inside of her.

Rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, he fucked her gently, leisurely, as good morning sex should be. As his hand continued to knead her breast, hers moved to where they were joined. He groaned when her fingers, drawing lazy circles around her clit, grazed his cock moving in and out of her.

When she reached behind her once again, this time to press the pads of her fingers into his ass, pulling him to her, he quickened his thrusts and pulled hard on her nipple.

“Come for me, baby,” he told her.

Her fingers worked faster between her legs, then he felt her tighten and let go, and he followed. Stilling, his cock pulsed inside her spasming muscles and they groaned and shuddered together.

Just minutes later the racket of his alarm clock disrupted their post coital bliss. He slapped the noise off and went back to spooning her. Being late didn’t seem like a bad idea after all.