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Good Morning

***A/N sexual content***

For as long as I can remember I've been an early riser, even on days when I'm trapped in the virtual world of gaming for hours on end and don't get to bed until four a.m. Sunday morning is no exception, and with the first glimmer of the suns rays through my window my blurry vision begins to focus on the surroundings I've become familiar with over the last few years. My house is very obviously inhabited by a single man. It's neat, and minimalistic with an overabundance of technological gizmos and stylized dark paintings and wall scrolls. Most of which advertise a video game or movie of some variety.

My room, or my man cave as mom calls it, is a much more personal space. I have dozens of action figures, game consoles, more posters, board games, and various guitars all over my room. Again, it's neat and minimalistic but definitely male. The lone exception to this vast wasteland of masculinity and nerdom is the tiny figure of a woman lying next to me. Her blonde hair, and petit frame creating a lovely contrast to my blocky lean body, over large feet and hands, and hairy extremities. The smell in my room on a normal day is a mixture of sandalwood, spice, and the occasional take away container or half sipped bottle of beer at my computer desk.

Right now I'm getting nothing but soft lilac, lavender, and what might be magnolia. It's invaded my sheets and covers, and it's wrapped pleasantly around one of my pillows. I can see one bare creamy shoulder and arm poking above the sea of sheets and blankets on my bed. Every now and again she stirs in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her rosebud lips as she dreams. I'm staring. It'd be weird if she woke up right now, and I'd be pretty embarrassed but I can't help it.

Stevie's in my bed. Stevie's in my bed naked. Stevie's in my bed naked because we made love last night.

Every muscle in my body is strangely relaxed, no tension no anxiety. I didn't wake up this morning worrying about getting storyboards done or working on code this afternoon. Instead I woke up wondering if Stevie wants fresh fruit with her pancakes, and if she prefers flavored coffee or a cup of my regular brew. First things first...she asked for smooches.

Slowly, so as not to wake her, the sheet and top blanket are pulled back. Her lovely soft skin tempts my lips, and I give in. Moving as close as possible to her my mouth moves across the exposed canvas of her body ending its journey by nuzzling the nape of her neck "Mmmmm...what time is it?" her voice is sleepy and sweet, "Nine". Stretching she turns her body so that she's laying on her back looking up at me "Hey blue eyes". My mouth spreads into an involuntary smile "Morning". The press of her delicate fingers on my chest and stomach causes me to shiver, and I lean down for a kiss on her mouth.

The sheets and blankets are slowly moved away and suddenly I'm laying between her thighs my erection heavy and hard. Her hand reaches between us and she strokes me humming at the feel, lowering myself further I kiss and nibble her neck much to her and my delight. With delicate fingers I stroke between her legs pulling away long enough to watch my fingers slide over her apex and inside her entrance. Stevie shifts again her legs moving apart, with one hand she lifts my chin bringing me to her lips for a kiss. With the other she stills my hand gently.

"Like this honey" covering the back of my hand with hers she separates my first two fingers from the others. In a slow circular motion, she guides me, teaching which touch she likes best and how much pressure I should put on her sensitive clit "Right there, yes-Linds" the sight of both of our hands on her body is beyond erotic, and painfully arousing. After a few moments, she withdraws her hand leaving me to learn her body. In the meantime, while my attention is focused on my hand, she does her best to distract me with all the wonderful sounds she's making. Watching videos and reading books doesn't begin to compare with feeling, and hearing what I am right now.