Not long after dawn, I head to your house. The front door is unlocked, so I enter, quietly heading upstairs like the egg-bearing Easter bunny.
As I enter the bedroom, you say, 'Good morning.'
The creaky stairs must have given me away.

I spoon you, my warm hands sliding under your pyjamas. My fingers attune to your soft, smooth, sensitive skin and low seraphic sighs.

Slowly, you turn to face me. My fingers find your sanctum and work their magic. Your sighs change to louder purring. Then you tremble. Your orgasm explodes within you, ending with a breathless, beautiful smile.