“Hey, your alarm is going off,” he groaned.
“I don’t want to get up,” she pouted, rolling over to face away from him, yet not even attempting to sit up and turn off the alarm.
“Too bad,” he growled, spooning up to her back and pushing his morning wood between the fold of her ass.
“No…” she sighed, squirming under his encircling arm, gently trying to dislodge his hand which had cupped her breast, whose fingers began pinching her quickly hardening nipple. “What are you doing?” she whined.
“Waking you up,” he announced matter of factly, grabbing harder as he ground his urgency against the base of her spine.
“That’s cheating,” she announced, finally reaching back to appreciate his erection in her hand. No more words were needed as he backed his hips up enough to let her push his tip down to aim him towards the right spot, alarm be damned.
They both gasped as the parting of her lower lips enveloped his love missile. She hadn’t expected to start off her day like this, but now she couldn’t think of any better way. He knew that she couldn’t stay long, but that wouldn’t be a problem as he wasn’t going to last. Every thrust was heaven, and every shutter and twitch lasted an eternity.
When he ground in with his final push, convulsing with pleasure, she joined him, biting her lip to endure her climax without screaming. Then they just breathed, letting the rush of adrenaline fade and the throbbing of their joining slow, like watching the ripples in a pond after throwing in a stone. All the while, the annoying klaxon continued to assault their ears.
After some amount of time the clock finally gave up. Apparently, it could tell when it was beaten. While it was ignorant of what it’s master’s did, some technician or programmer had long ago decided that it should not waste its power on trying to wake someone that absolutely refused to be bothered to silence it with but a simple press of its button. That, however, didn’t mean it wasn’t done trying just yet. After only five minutes of silence it made its second attempt, blaring loud enough to wake the dead.
“Hey,” the sleepy man groaned to his lover. “Get up.”
“Or else what?” she giggled, her cold, sloppy thighs pressing against his now very soft member.
“I’ll pee on you,” he threatened with a whisper.
“I’m up!” she suddenly bolted upright, and satisfied the angry buzzer with a slap on its button, silencing it for yet another day.
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