Rise And Shine

When we were first together, I almost had to banish you from my bed.

I've always been a notoriously heavy sleeper; you could drop a bomb in my bedroom and I'd sleep right through it. Maybe that's why I would lay there sleeping while you snuggled up against me, while your cock would get hard against my buttocks, while your let your hands caress my breasts, while you let them slide down between my legs and feel my pussy, dry with sleep but starting to get wet well before I felt myself awakening. Sleeping, I would draw your scent in to my lungs, feel your lips on my flesh. My body would react faster than my mind could climb out of sleep to join in the fun.

That meant I would awaken wet and throbbing, my pussy hurting with desire, aching for your cock, as if awakening from a dream of you -- only it wasn't a dream. Sometimes I would awake and find you on top of me, kissing mybreasts, kissing my face, kissing my mouth as your hard cock pressed urgently against my belly or my thighs or rested at the entrance to my pussy, about to penetrate me, even as I heard myself moaning for you to enter me. Ithappened 10, 12, 15 times like that, in the middle of a Tuesday night, early on a Thursday morning, only half an hour after bedtime on a Wednesday, 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning. Each time, I barely managed to grab a condom fromthe bedside table and slide it on to your cock before you entered me, and I always came so hard, sometimes twice. I worried that you came so close to entering me without a condom -- but then again, I was freshly in lovewith you and I trusted you utterly. Then I realized you weren't entirely awake, either. I wasn't on the pill.

You admitted, sheepishly, that your desire for me so invaded your sleep that you could start making love to me even without being conscious. "But I thought you were awake," you told me, and we both laughed. I really worried about it, though: I knew some day I would wake up with you inside me, your cock bare, and the reaction my body had to that thought told me all I needed to know: A sleeping Zoe wasn't going to say no, and neither were you. I racked my brains trying to remember if we'd ever actually fucked in the middle of the night; my dreams were so mixed up with the feeling of your cock inside me and your body against me that there was no way I could know what was fantasy and what was reality.

I took to sleeping with panties on, just to make sure. That didn't work; one time I awoke as you crawled between my legs, and the panties were a useless ball on the floor. You looked guilty when you came to your senses. Iknew I should have been mad, at you and at me -- but I wasn't. Just horny. I could barely get the condom on you, my hands were shaking so hard with desire, and when you fucked me I came so hard I woke up all three of my housemates. I knew some day you were going to fuck me before either of us could realize what was happening. I thought about asking you not to stay over any more, or at least to sleep on the couch. But neither of us could have survived that; to be apart in those heady early days was more than we could stand. Finally, both of us had to sleep in sweat pants -- but by then it was summer, and the heat only made us hornier. Thank God we started toget used to each other's bodies, or I'd be sleeping in a chastity belt. We'd been going out for six months before I could sleep nude with you again, and even then the danger of that act made me so horny I was afraid we'd bein trouble again. But somehow, your body got to know my body, and our desire's now just a dull roar. Still deafening, but slightly more controlled.

Now, it's the mornings I look forward to, whether on the weekend or the middle-of-the-week. I had a friend once who said she could train her body to wake up before her alarm; maybe I've done that without knowing it. Maybe that's why I always seem to wake up exactly 30 minutes before the alarm should go off, when you're still asleep and utterly at my mercy. When I've slept deeply and awakened refreshed, my flesh sensitive from eight hours pressed naked against yours, from eight hours spent breathing your scent. I wake up and turn to face you, feel my breasts against your stomach, my thighs against yours. I reach down and feel your cock -- so often hard. I want it. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything, and I've wanted some things an awful lot. I slide under the covers, enveloped in your warmth, and take you in my mouth. Still sleepy, I'm freed from any performance anxiety, any worry about whether you want me to be doing this, all those things that echo in my head when I'm wide awake. I'm too drowsy to care, too groggy to know anything except how much I want to taste your cock. I take you in my mouth, hungrily licking, sucking, stroking your balls with my fingertips, hearing you moan as you awaken, feeling you buck against me as I devour your cock. Neither of us looks at the clock.

I feel you reach down to run your fingers through my hair. Sometimes I swing my body up and poise my body over you, lowering my pussy onto your face so you can suck me as I suck you. Other times you hand me a condom, your not-so-subtle way of saying "fuck me." I roll the condom over your hard cock, climb on top of you -- careful not to lean to heavily on your morning-full bladder -- and fuck you. I always come before you in the morning; maybe it's a side effect of being so groggy and uninhibited, or maybe it's just that sleepy you likes to be a do-me queen and lay there while I grind on top of you, letting me rub my clit. Either way, I always come, and sometimes come again, before you roll me onto my back and pump away to orgasm. And feeling you come inside me, feeling your cock jerk, I can time it down to the second -- I know the exact moment the alarm will go off, not a split-second after you've gone off. Telling use we've done it again -- made time for sex, even on a workday.

"Seven o'clock," I tell you. "Rise and shine."