When Katie woke up, it was not by any choice of her own. While the sunshine on her face was warm and pleasant, the clock showed that it was not even 7:00, and she'd had a late night. She supposed that she'd forgotten to close the blinds before she went to bed. Katie's nightly routine was important to her, but there was one thing - or rather, person - who she had no problem abandoning it for. She took a deep breath and wriggled herself out from under Andrew's arm, leaning off the bed just enough to reach the blinds and block out the sunlight. As Katie moved herself to this position, the sheet fell away from her body ever so slightly, and she realized she hadn't put anything on after she and Andrew had finished off last night. They'd simply fallen asleep in each other's arms afterwards, with no energy left in their bodies. The fact that Katie was naked was of no real significance to her, except that it reminded her that Andrew was naked under the sheet as well.
As much as Katie wished that she could go back to sleep, she knew she was up for good now, thanks to the sun in her eyes and the knowledge that Andrew's body was all hers if she just pulled away the thin sheet lying on top of him. His shoulders and upper back were already exposed, and his left arm laid where Katie had previously been underneath it. Laying on his stomach, Andrew's head was turned away from her, which was a shame. She contented herself for a minute by studying the curves of his biceps and loosely twirling the ends of his hair in her fingers. Growing a bit more impatient, Katie moved her fingers down to his neck, tracing over his skin with as little pressure as possible. Andrew shifted slightly, reacting to her touch, but she knew he was still asleep. As her fingers reached the space between his shoulder blades, she applied more pressure and shifted her hand so that she was scratching him instead of just grazing him with her fingertips. His body twitched underneath her, as it always did when she scratched his back. Andrew was sensitive and pliable in Katie's fingers, and it was one of her favorite things about him.
As Katie continued to move her hand in circles across his shoulders and upper back, Andrew began to moan softly. It seemed like he was beginning to wake up, but Katie knew that the scratches would keep him relaxed enough to prevent him waking up entirely. Still, his moaning was enough to bring her from just admiring her lovely boyfriend to being desperately horny. She moved her hand down to his lower back, which caused Andrew's moans to get a bit louder and higher in pitch. With her other hand, Katie pulled the sheet away from his body, so it was left covering only his legs. For a moment, her fingers stopped scratching him. She couldn't help it. Every time she looked at him, she was frozen in awe for a moment. He was muscular but still small, which was the only type of muscular she went for. His body curved in all the right ways, hard to the touch yet still smooth.
In the moment that Katie had stopped scratching his back, Andrew woke up enough to turn his head and face her, though his eyes were still closed. Katie laid her head back down on the pillow, facing him. She moved her hand up to his face and traced it lightly with her fingers. Starting with his sharp jawline, she traced down his neck and then back up to his cheekbones. Getting bolder, she moved her index finger to his lips. Andrew moaned lightly and parted them, allowing Katie to gently move her finger inside and deepen his moans. His eyes slowly opened, and Katie quickly placed her finger on his chin, trying to gauge his mood.
Before she could say a word, Andrew grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, kissing her sloppily but aggressively. Katie moaned and kissed back as hard as she could. She loved how desperate and handsy he was when he was tired, and she could feel herself getting much wetter. Andrew turned his body so that they were pressed against each other, and he started to thrust against her - all passion, no grace - as he did whenever they wound up in this position while he was sleeping. Katie giggled a bit at his brashness and sleepy lack of coordination. Her laugh seemed to trigger something in Andrew's half-awake mind, and he pulled away from the kiss for a moment. The look in his eyes gave Katie the realization that she was no longer going to be dominating this interaction. His sleep had begun to wear off, taking away her advantage, which was either very good news or very bad news depending on which side of her was looking at it.
