I woke with the shrill digital deet-ing of my phone plugged in in the corner. I struggled naked from my covers, slinked across the pile of our clothes and swiped it to snooze.  I looked back and perceived a lovely vision in the dimness of my bedroom.  The young man lay, uncovered and asleep.  The long form of his body muscular and smooth but for his manly hair here and there.  I stretched my body in the early light, feeling the weight of my breasts on my chest... squeezing them in my hands as he had done this evening past. Mmmm!  There, laying heavy on my mattress between my sheets, his nuts.  There, sleeping across his leg, his cock, sheathed and slack. 

My how a little tickle here, a little stroke there, and the weight of my body straddling him in his sleep can revive the fires!

He was deep inside of me and hard by the time he first opened his eyes.

And the lust of anticipation transmuted once more to the writhing struggling flame which burst like giddy fire from within me. Yellow throbbing heat from my toes to the back of my upturned head.

 You can sleep in.  I have to go to work.