He slowly gained consciousness. At first it was a blur, just fuzzy ideas of shapes around the room. He became aware that the low glow of morning light was pervading the room, then feeling started coming back. He felt the sheets on his naked body, the firm mattress under his back, the pillow behind his head, that the blankets lying over him were pulled to the side, covering her as well.
He eventually woke up enough he felt like he could move, and rolled over next to her. She must've moved out of his arms while sleeping last night. Not wanting to suddenly wake her, he slowly approached her body with his hands, gently sliding over her soft form. He slid along her thigh, her hip, then moved to the front of her body and caressed her breasts. He lingered for a moment, separating his fingers and running along the outline of her nipples. Still not wanting to wake her up yet, he moved on, knowing the stimulation could rouse her. He put his hand over her lower shoulder and moved his whole body closer to hers. Reaching a comfortable position directly next to her body, he lay his head back down on the pillow next to hers. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of flesh meeting flesh, of his arm over her body, keeping her close to him, and drifted back to sleep.
When he woke up again, this time it was due to the stirring in his partner. She squirmed around slowly and barely, and he adjusted his body to be flush with hers again. Knowing she was waking up, he started tracing his fingers along her arm, his other hand resting on her hips. He gave her three slow, soft kisses on her back, and as he heard her wake up, he whispered, "Good morning, love." She made a contented sigh and mumbled something that might've been "morning" as she cuddled back into his body and took a hold on his arm.
Their bodies lingered there, waking up together, coming back to the world next to each other. It always felt this good. "Have any dreams?" He asked casually. "Hmm... nope. Not really. You?" "Mm-mm." As his body came to full wakefulness, he held her tighter to himself, stroking her body more deliberately. He kissed her back some more, drinking in the physical image he was getting from caressing her body. He moved his hips as he felt his erection being impeded by her back. Sometimes in situations like this, they would talk. About dreams, about how good of a sleep they got, about what they were going to do today... Sometimes they didn't speak for hours, drifting back and forth between wake and rest, occasionally soft "I love you"s would be mentioned.
Some mornings, the urge of their bodies would win and they would indulge in each other. He felt her hand stroke his side in the way that he knew meant that neither sleep nor conversation were foremost on her mind, either. He raised his head and waited for her to turn hers to meet it. He stole the first kiss of the day and encapsulated her body in his roaming hands. He opened his eyes to look in hers. After a couple seconds, she blushed lightly and kissed him again. She closed her eyes and pressed her back into his chest, making happy still-waking-up sounds.