I like mornings. Never had a problem getting up early. But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful.
Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This... turned out to be a very good thing.
I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still 'out' at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made peanut butter chip pancakes with powdered sugar. I threw some hazelnut flavored cream in the coffee with some sweetener, put the pancakes on a tray and peeked in the bedroom.
Still out. Her curly hair sprawled around the pillow. I saw her taut little buns poking out from under the sheet - you could bounce a dime off that, I thought to myself. Too bad she's not up. I set the tray down and snuggled up to her back. I kissed the back of her neck while lightly running my hand down her naked side, rising slightly at her hips and then cupping her bottom.
She shifted slightly. "Negght Humklly."
"What?"
"Not hungry."
"I put the tray on the dresser if you change your mind, gorgeous. I'm gonna try to get back to sleep for a bit."
Despite my cock rising to half mast a couple of times against her ass, once nearly pressing against her hole, eventually the warmth overtook me and I fell back asleep.
I woke up to hear her lifting the tray up and bringing it back to the kitchen. I heard the microwave and then later I vaguely heard the water running - either doing the dishes or rinsing off, I figured. Then I was out again.
