I don't really know what I love more, watching him sleep or exhausting ourselves to the point of sleep, either way I think it's a tie. I always seem to wake up in a state that lies between sexually overcharged and utterly exhausted, but if he's next to me I can just watch him breathing steadily and it helps me to sleep again or I just wake him up only to make both of us tired again.
I woke up wrapped in warmth, feeling his breath on the back of my neck. I shifted my ass against the front of him slightly as I took his hand, tracing his fingers with mine. I looked over at the window and saw the first colors that come with sunrise peeking through the shade. He stirred softly behind me, burying his face further into my neck. I smiled and placed his hand on the swell of my breasts, letting him sleep. I nestled back further into him, feeling his soft penis lay in the valley of my ass. He stirred again behind me.
I felt his hand jerk momentarily in his sleep and it flinched across my nipple causing pleasurable twinges along my spine. I fell back asleep feeling his breath in my hair, falling into a dream...
I lay on soft grass with my hair over one shoulder as I was looking up at the sky. His face loomed above me, I smiled up into him and with his mouth and eyes he smiled back. My mouth begged for his to kiss me, and as my lips parted slightly he did.
His shirtless chest pressed into my covered breasts as he leaned in to deepen the kiss. I could feel his fingertips under the edge of my shirt on my stomach, making it quiver gently. It was warm with the bright sun above but my skin felt like it was on fire with his skin on mine. He absently pushed some hair out of my face as his fingertips roamed my features and his lips continued to worship mine.