It feels like I'm in an incinerator. I try to turn and get more comfortable, however a body stops me. Slowly opening my eyes, I realise I'm trapped, with two strong arms around me, legs entangled with mine and wood - a whole lot of morning wood. He's spooning me. Micah is spooning me. He doesn't seem like the type. I lift his left arm off of me and prepare to get out of bed, when he moves to the other side of the bed, taking me with him. My head lands on his chest, as he groans.
'Where do you think you're going?' He asks me. I clench my thighs. God, his morning voice is doing things to me.
I peek up at him and see his eyes are still closed. 'I have to go to the bathroom.' I whisper back.
'Stay there. I'm comfortable.' He pulls me tighter. His voice!
'Oh God!' I say.
A deep chuckle leaves his voice. 'What?' He asks
'Micah.' I moan out.
'Fuck, don't say my name like that.' He groans, grabbing my left thigh and draping it over his waist, skimming the top of his wood.
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out. 'Erm, erm, I-I should get ready, I have work in a hour.'
'Skip it.' He says, moving his hand slowly to my ass and grabbing at it, the moan slips out.
'I can't- mhm - skip it. I haven't taken a day off since I started there.' I barely manage to get out, as he continues to grope my ass.
'Exactly. One day off won't hurt.' He pulls me to lay completely on top of him.
'Hmm...' I start but he pulls my head up to his and kisses me, morning breath be damned. I pull back, flushed and horny. 'I suppose... I could text Meena and ask to change shifts with her.'
'Good girl.' He flips us over so that he's on top and starts nipping on my neck.
'You're a bad influence, you know that right?' I breathe out.
His hand travels down my body and slips into my panties, reaching the spot I want it to. I arch my back, moaning, as he pushes a finger in my core. He smirks down at me, as his eyes going dark. 'I know.'
***
After a morning of extra curricular activities, we finally manage to untangles ourselves, go downstairs and make some breakfast. I make oatmeal with sliced bananas and a drizzle of honey for the both of us. He pulls a chair out at my kitchen island and I jump up on the island, only wearing panties and his hoodie. We sit in a comfortable silence, eating, when a question pops up in my mind.
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