I woke in the warm embrace of our sheets, snuggled happily under the comforter's pleasant weight. Feeling totally relaxed, I smiled in serene peace as my eyes opened to the subdued light of a new day.
I could sense you next to me, even before I rolled over and slipped my arms around you. You were yet to awake, but even in your dreams you drew my arms tightly under your breasts and spooned into my embrace. I sleep in the nude, and the warmth of my skin caressed yours, leaving us separated only by your thin tee and the gossamer cloth of your panties.
It was enough for me to hold you, at first. The softness of your legs as they gently slid against mine, the supple and smooth warmth of your skin and even the scent of your hair delighted me, my love.
Honestly, they always do. Soon enough, I felt you awaken and I knew that happy little smile was gracing your angelic face. You had not expressly invited my touch to become more intimate, but I knew well how much you'd welcome it.
Sure enough, you adjusted your repose just slightly as my fingers slipped under your top. Your hands guided mine, joining them as they cupped your bare breast under that lightest of cotton. You said nothing more than, "Good morning, Tom," but I heard the slight intake of your breath as your words became gentle coo of pleasure.
In moments like this, I could take my time with you. We were unrushed by either responsibility or arousal, and my masculine senses became particularly attuned to your body. I reveled in the way your nipple grew under my touch. How it lengthened and became thick as it rose from your breast. I felt you squirm, possibly because of my touch, but the fact that your ass found my rising cock and nestled it in your cleft told me I wasn't the only one attuned to their lover's desire.
Yes, I was getting harder by the moment. Having you curled up against me always makes me feel like a man. Soon, my patient petting would turn to something wholly more powerful and profound. You were becoming a needy kitten and your purrs of pleasure stoked my desire to have you. Moving my hand between us, I slid the modest protection of your panties aside. Your contented sigh was an invitation and I drew my erection lower unit it slid between the creamy smoothness of your thighs.