It was Saturday morning when the first rays of sunshine crept into his bedroom. She peeped her eyes open to look for his naked body underneath the warm covers. Realizing the lack of body heat beside her she opened her eyes completely to search the room. She frowned to herself wishing she could have woken up with him beside her. He walked back into the room just in time to see the pout on her face.
"What's the matter? Wasn't last night good enough for you?"
He was half naked, gorgeous in his boxers.
"Oh, it was. Don't you remember me screaming for more? I was just disappointed you weren't here when I woke up." She rolled over pulling the sheet over her breasts smiling up at him.
"Jul you better get up, we both slept through the alarm. It is 3pm and I set it for 11am and I was letting you sleep because of last night ."
The prior night was a night to remember: hot, passionate, gentle and yet at the same time rough. It was the best they had ever had. So uninhibited and it all started with an innocent kiss, a little peck the on the lips, a little fondling of her breasts, the semi hard dick rubbing against her ass through our clothes, her hand against his crotch, his lips on her nipples and finally ended up with each piece of clothing being removed slowly, each body part kissed as new skin was revealed, the smell of her perfume, the smell of his cologne mixed. Musky yet sweet, the natural pheromones of a man and women attracted to each other.
It was their first time together, wasn't planned or was it?