I want to be the prince that wakes up sleeping beauty with a kiss. But that would be wrong. Still, looking at Yvonne laying there, it’s so hard to resist.

I don’t have work this morning, so I just lay in the bed and wait for her to wake up. I’m watching her sleep because, fuck, why would I want to look at anything else?

When she wakes up, she does so slowly. Her eyelids fluttering, her smile coming slow and steady across her face. She holds her head up by her hand.

“Thank for waiting for me to wake up,” she says to me.

“I wanted to return the favor,” I reply.

“Oh, you want to give me some morning joy?”

“If I can.”

“Hm.”

She reaches to her bedside table and pulls out a small tin. I think that it’s a bit early for molly but she doesn’t. She takes one out and pops it in her mouth.

“What is that?” I ask her.

“A mint, I don’t want to get up and go brush my teeth,” she replies. “Want one?”

I take one and let it melt along my tongue. I kiss her with minty freshness and think about how I like her preparedness. Also, I think that she’s kind of badass because those wouldn’t be there unless she had been in that scenario before.

I push my tongue into her mouth as I climb on top of her. I work out in the morning so I have the energy for this. I kiss along her neck, reaching out to touch one of her heavy breasts. Running my thumb along her nipple. She’s receptive to me, I can hear her soft moans.

“Softly,” she says to me.

I know what she wants. I lie beside her. I kiss her neck, biting and licking her there. My hands are running over her smooth skin. She feels heavenly. I keep touching her until I feel her nipples harden.

I push my hand down between her legs. I feel her folds and the little button at the top. I run my finger back and forth across it slowly. Her breath hitches. Last night she fucked me, today I’ll make love to her.

I bring my hand back up and she protests gently at the loss of joy. I lick my index and middle fingers. I reach back down between her and slide my fingers inside of her.

I want to make her feel like she’s laying in the waves. Rising and falling in the intensity of her pleasure. We don’t need to rush. We can take our time.

I increase the tempo fractionally. Bit by bit. Sweat is beading on her perfect body. Her scent fills my nostrils. It’s intoxicating.

After several long minutes, it gets to be too much. I realize it’s time to bring it home. I reach up with my left hand and turn my face towards her.

“Look at me,” I gently command her. “Open your eyes.”

She does so but it’s hard for her to keep them open.

“I want to watch you cum,” I say to her.

I’m no longer bringing her to her peak fractionally. I’ve grabbed the steering wheel and I’m driving her there. My fingers are sliding in and out of her, her walls are trying to hold onto them, contracting around my fingers.

The look in her eyes is one of desperation. Last night from the moment she saw me, she was in control. Not anymore. I’m the one in charge.

Her eyes go wide and she slams her thighs around my hand. Her body stiffens and then lets loose again like a bow string after being fired. She lays against me. She’s falling back asleep. I kiss her on the head and do the same. I hope that she wants to keep seeing me. That’s a problem for later.