She had already been up for hours. Searching for something to occupy her time. Pacing back and forth across the room silently. She had an urge; a craving. One that she was able to satisfy on most mornings, but this morning, he was still sound asleep.
The room was still dark and quiet. The thick summer night air pouring in through the open window, tainted with the smell of rain from the downpour from the night before. She could feel it permeating her soul; driving her mind crazy. "You're an animal," she thought to herself, "get what you need."
She turned to look at him. He was peacefully sleeping, sprawled out and occupying most of the bed. He was only barely covered by the bedsheets, one hand resting on his chest, and the other positioned behind his head. Her favourite part about what she saw, was that he was naked.
She sat in the chair by the window facing the bed, and observed. His chiseled abs and well-defined chest rose and fell as he took deep, drawn out breaths. Her eyes moved lower, to his legs. "God those legs," she thought, as they conjured up vivid memories of past nights together. They were strong, and were the source of his stamina, enabling him to pleasure her for hours at a time without having to pause for a breath. Many nights of sheet-gripping, head-banging, pillow-biting sex. All because of those legs.
Her eyes then fell to her favourite body part. His cock. Barely covered, she noticed that it was already semi-hard, twitching sporatically. Was he dreaming? Were his thoughts turning him on deep in his slumber? One thing she knew for sure was that the beautiful sight she was seeing was definitely turning her on.
Still seated, she opened her legs just enough to allow her hand to slowly slide between her thighs. The urge was now intensifying.
Closing her eyes, she envisioned him taking her. Raw, passionate, animalistic. The sounds of his grunts and groans began filling her head as her hand began stroking her clit. His words; those very dirty words, began echoing in her mind. She was soaked now.
Her breathing was becoming quick and heavy, as she rubbed herself furiously, and then it happened. As if it had a mind of it's own, her hand slipped a finger into her wet hole. She let out a moan; her eyes shot open.
Silence.
Terrified of having woken him up, she froze, staring at him.
His body shifted. He grunted as he turned towards her, his cock falling to one side. She could not look away. He opened his eyes.
"Good morning," he said, smiling.
