[ Once she's pressed against him, he figures, distantly, that the jig might be up when it comes to pretending to still be asleep. Not that he minds, though he knows it means having to accept that at some point they're going to have to leave this bed and is already mourning that small loss. But he's more than happy to make the most of it while they have this time together.
He smiles against her mouth, then groans softly when she throws her leg over him and rolls those talented hips, his palm slipping down her front and around to her ass to encourage her. She clearly doesn't need it, and he lets himself get shoved over with a low chuckle, ending up on his back in the soft warmth of the bed, blinking up at the glorious sight of her sitting on top of him, rumpled and sleepy and gorgeous as any sunrise.
His palm caresses her ass through the satiny fabric of her leggings as he looks up at her, feigning a little surprise, as if he hasn't been playing a significant part in all of this. He makes a soft noise as she leans down to kiss him again, rolling his hips upwards a little, almost lazily, underneath her. He's still smiling, edges softened, when she pulls back. ]
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He smiles against her mouth, then groans softly when she throws her leg over him and rolls those talented hips, his palm slipping down her front and around to her ass to encourage her. She clearly doesn't need it, and he lets himself get shoved over with a low chuckle, ending up on his back in the soft warmth of the bed, blinking up at the glorious sight of her sitting on top of him, rumpled and sleepy and gorgeous as any sunrise.
His palm caresses her ass through the satiny fabric of her leggings as he looks up at her, feigning a little surprise, as if he hasn't been playing a significant part in all of this. He makes a soft noise as she leans down to kiss him again, rolling his hips upwards a little, almost lazily, underneath her. He's still smiling, edges softened, when she pulls back. ]
Hey. Sleep okay?