Ever since Caleb and I started dating, my entire morning routine changed. What was once simply getting, brewing coffee and getting ready for the day turned into staying in bed and texting Caleb until the last possible moment. Or when we spent the night together, which was practically every weekend since we started dating, my routine would turn to teasing him until we ended up hot and sweaty after another lovemaking session.
This morning was no different for us. It was at my place this time, the mid-February sun was beginning to shine through my windows earlier and earlier every week, and the wind chimes outside could be heard singing in the breeze. But most importantly, Caleb's arms were wrapped around me, his hand in my shirt and resting lazily on my stomach. It was cute, and I loved cuddling with him. Hell, it had only been a month since our first night together, the night of the Christmas work party, and I loved practically everything about this man.
But only one thing was on my mind as I slowly woke up. His morning wood currently poking me in the butt. His heavy, long, breathing indicated he was still asleep, but he was a light sleeper I learned, and I knew just how to wake him up. In the month since we began, I learned what got him going fast, and knew how to make him squirm. I was a fast learner, I am a teacher after all, and I knew how to drive him insane. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what to do to drive me insane too, to the point where I was begging for his cock.
The mornings were my time to shine though. A time where I could dictate things and take charge. I loved our back and forth when it came to the bedroom, it was exciting. He was exciting, and so was his not-so-little friend. With a smile, I rubbed my barefoot against his foot, our legs currently intertwined and crossed with each other. There was no response from him.
Perfect. He was generally easy to wake up, like me, but the two of us had been up pretty late the night before and he clearly was more exhausted than I was. Keeping my eyes closed, I ran my hand over his hand resting on my stomach and interlaced our fingers. I moved his hand slowly up my smooth skin until he was cupping one of my breasts. Like a puppet, I squeezed his hand against my breast and he offered no resistance.
I felt his cock twitch against me through his underwear and my own panties began to grow damp. My nipple stiffened against his palm as I continued to cause him to play with it, and I slowly began grinding my butt against his straining erection. I felt him shift behind me and smiled, he was awake and it was finally time to move forward.
Despite him still laying there as if he was asleep, I let go of his hand and he kept a firm grip on my breasts. I let out a moan as he squeezed them both and reached my own hand back to feel him. He pressed his hips into mine, his cock struggling to break free of its fabric prison. My own sex quivered, hungry for Caleb and all he had to offer. After a few agonizing moments of grinding against each other, I finally let him feel what he was silently begging for.