We get in late from an eventful Saturday night in the city. We had a blast and I'm too exhausted to do much more than fall into bed and into a deep sleep.
You wake up before I do. You look over to see me sleeping peacefully on my side facing away from you. You roll over and wrap your arms around me. One hand snakes up and wraps around my throat while the other heads south and makes its way between my legs.
"Good morning, love," you whisper as you bite and suck my earlobe. I let out a moan as your wandering fingers find their way inside of me and I feel your lips and tongue on the side of my neck. I gasp and my eyes fly open as you slide your big rock hard member between my legs and rub it against my lips while your fingers continue to tease me into consciousness.
"Mmm, and what a good morning it is," I reply as I lean back into you and start grinding my hips against your pleasant intruders. You groan into my ear as I feel liquid drip out of the tip between my legs. Now that I'm awake your fingers switch from a soft, languid, meandering to rough and passionate. You're on a mission this morning and nothing will stop you from attaining your goal.