I woke up to him spooning me, pressed close against my body from head to toe. He was kissing the back of my neck and I could feel his cock pressed between my cheeks. I was half asleep but I squirmed as he held me and he pushed himself against me in the delicious way that we used to wake up together a lot of the time. It was a familiar feeling and sometimes it caught me in just the right mood.
We hadn’t lived together long and I was loving the freedom to do what we wanted where we wanted without housemates and other interferences. Not having to be quiet in the morning was a great bonus. I sleep deeply, wake up slowly, and am not a morning person, and if he kept me comfortable and didn’t go too fast he could move me from the land of dreams to taking me on my side or on my front with neither of us saying a word.