I guess you'd call it your pyjamas. I suppose it is, given that's what you slept in the night before.
Not your normal style though, this was laziness. A long t-shirt - one of mine in fact - that barely covers anything below your waist.
The weather is warming up so it's not like you need to stay warm overnight, and my shirt fit the bill perfectly.
I rolled over during the night and there you were. The shirt had ridden up or twisted on you, exposing your bare ass to me. I ran my hand along it softly and you stirred. Not enough to wake you up, but that wasn't the point.
I watched you get out of bed. Watched the shirt settle just above the bottom of your ass. Beamed back at you when you looked over your shoulder to ask me if I wanted a coffee. Effortlessly sexy.
It was your turn after all. Normally I'd lay in bed and you'd bring me a coffee. Usually we make out while they cool down. Most times my first sip will taste mostly of you. I love it. Your pussy followed by a strong espresso are my favourite way to wake up.
Today is different. Today you're there. Exposed. Your regular pyjamas are hardly impossible to get into, but there's just something about today that's pulling me towards you.
I follow you out to the kitchen. It's a beautiful crisp day out. Light is filling the room through the big, glass sliding door. I look at you going about your morning routine. The coffee shelf is high enough that you need to get on your toes. Your shirt rides up as you reach and I enjoy the brief glimpse of your ass.
Pale. Round. Perfect.
And there it is, the kettle is boiling as I cross the room and place my hands on your hips, under the shirt, slowly tracing the curve of your naked backside to where it meets the top of your thighs. I run my fingers up towards the base of your spine and wrap them around you, pulling you back against me.
My head is angled down, my nose in your hair, tracing my way up the back of your neck. My lips meet your neck as your arc your head back towards me. Each kiss moving down your neck and across your collarbone.
You sharply inhale and push your ass back against me. My hands trace your cheeks again this time going further down the back on your thighs. Down to your knees and back up again.
I can't tell if it's me or you that moves your thighs apart. Maybe it doesn't matter. We clearly want the same thing.
I slip one hand up the front of the shirt. Over your belly and up to the top of your chest. I move it back down, this time gently teasing your nipples with my fingers. My other hand slips between your legs, running a finger tantalisingly close to the bottom of your pussy.
Your legs slip wider. No doubt that was you this time.
I move my hands back to your beautiful ass. This time firmer. Digging my fingers in. Groping. Taking your ass in my hands greedily.
You're not pushing back into me any more, instead you've bent forward slightly. Inviting me. Wanting me.
The shirt is still on, but resting at the top of your ass. You're exposed and vulnerable. In my hands.
I slip my hand between your legs again, slowly tracing up and down your pussy. I avoid your clit. For now.
Your wetness is dripping down my fingers as I push two inside you slowly. I want you to feel them enter you. I want you to need them to go deeper.
I know you love this position. I do too. My thumb drums against your asshole intermittently as my fingers explore the depths of your tight pussy. I feel you start to push back against my hand. Good girl. It's time.
I turn you around and kiss you deeply. My wet fingers slide across your body, almost leaving trail down your belly showing me where to go.
