Morning

The sun's gentle fingers reach in through the window, warming us in our cocoon of sheets and skin. They pull the sleep from my eyes and I glance around the room for the clock. It's early, a little before five. Then, my eyes rest on you. Your sleeping form. I hear your gentle snoring, a smile takes over my mouth. I push my hand over my face, then through my hair, tossing it behind me. I creep closer to you, nudging my nose into the back of your shoulder, my arm slipping under yours and my hand slides up your chest. I place kisses along your shoulder, to your neck and up to your ear.

"Baby, wake up.. Come snuggle." I whisper, now propped on my elbows to kiss your scruffy face. I see your eyes slowly open and a sedated smile crosses that irresistible face. When I wiggle over, you turn onto your back and lay your arm out for me to cuddle into your side. I can't help the smile that washes over my face, and I look up at you. Your sleepy kisses are enough to drive me insane, in the best way possible. One thing will lead to another, as things usually do. Your hand is wrapped in my hair, gentle pulls making me want to bite your lip. And I do. I bite your lip and hear your soft moan, accompanied by a 'baby'. Soon, you slip in and we're moving together gently. The slow, rhythmic moving is sensual, there's no denying that. Our mouths yearn to be together, but I pull mine away to kiss down your neck and nip and tuck at your skin. You inhale sharply. Soon, all is said and done. I'm still laying on top of you, and you're holding my face, placing tender kisses on my lips.

"I love you," Your voice is low and gruff. My lips brush against yours to answer. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. With you, every morning is amazing. There is no greater sex than morning sex.