I awake, as usual, to the stirrings of the alarm cock. More than half an hour will pass before the buzzer on the nightstand switches on, bleating obliviously to finish a job that's already been done. I roll on to my back, releasing the pressure that has built between thighs and mattress, and heave a stifled sigh as I adjust my shorts, pressing back against that which has pushed me to consciousness.
I turn to look at you; we are never more different than at this moment, each day. The sheets are up to my shoulder, but my legs and much of my torso have slipped out the side of the stifling cloth, to breathe in the night air. You are curled up tight, the covers pulled clear to your ear. I am wide awake, having answered the suffocated calls of my groin; you are fast asleep, breathing deep, completely unaware of my stirring beside you.
Bending a knee, I tent the bedsheets above me, creating breathing room for my aching staff. The sheets climb my side, leaving a void between mattress and modesty, and I know that I've slipped through the conveniently placed flap in my shorts. Once again, I wonder if I could be seen through the window; once again the thought thrills rather than disturbs me.
Organizing my thoughts for the day, I realize it's far too early for that and set them ascatter once again. My hand drifts below again, testing my fortitude - I am rock hard and unyielding. Squeezing tight, I can feel the blood strain for passage... this one isn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Once again I look in your direction. You are curled up on your side, facing away, and I realize that I went to bed before you last night, and have no idea what you may or may not be wearing. Like an accomplished thief, I slowly lift the curtain between us, peering beneath the covers for a hint of what you might have on. A rush of cool air fills the new void, amplifying my eagerness as you come into view.
There is nothing. No nightgown, no underwear, no oversized t-shirt. I see only the gentle curve of your back, your waist, your hips. I study the curving, parallel lines of the mattress, your ass, and your hips. It only takes a moment, already I'm aware of pre-cum pooling at my tip, so ready I am for you.
As smoothly as I can, I slide closer to you in this enormous bed. I match my bend to yours, and shimmy until I am pressed against you. Only when your back is pressed to my chest do I bring my legs up to meet yours, my eyes roll for a moment as I feel myself press tight to your closed lips, a light stubble teasing and tantalizing me.
"Mmmmm, hi...", you say, wiggling back against me, before resting your head back on the pillow and falling quickly back to slumber. I don't want to disturb you. I don't want to, but I need to.
I lift my right leg slightly to slide my hand down between us. Grasping myself, I begin to slowly slide along your cleft, pressing ever so gently against you. I continue this motion, almost a slow-motion dry hump, imperceptibly increasing the pressure against you, for minutes. I know that inside, you are ready for me, but first I must work my way past your defenses. Slowly I begin pulling up and down, tugging at your lips, until I feel the warm, familiar wetness like a shroud over the tip of my cock.
I slide back once more to find my bearings, then thrust. We bind for just a moment, a pinch that brings far more pleasure than pain, and then I am inside you. In the early morning silence I can hear your lips part and a sigh escape your throat, while I am unaware if you are awake or asleep, I know I am not unwanted.
I rock slowly for as long as I can, shallow strokes become deeper and more intense as we both warm to the act in progress. Soon, there is no friction at all, and the loudest sound in the room comes from your sex as I thrust in and out like a piston. I close my eyes and concentrate on my angle, varying as much as I can in a cramped, spooning position such as this.
Soon I feel the familiar swell of my thighs, my groin, and I feel a brief wave of panic as I realize that once this is over, I need to get up. For a moment I pause my strokes, and briefly consider holding off for another build up, but I let it go. I drape my arm over you, my palm pressed tight against your abdomen, and thrust hard, fast and deep. I feel your gasp against my chest even as I hear it penetrate the moist rhythm that has dominated the room. I pull back again, almost all the way, until I feel cool air just below my head, then plow forth again, and over the edge.
Over and over I push as far as I can into you, my muscles acting in concert as the endorphins begin to flow. My cock twitches so deep and hard inside of you that I can feel it against my palm. After what feels like hours, I am spent; I rest my head against the pillow and sit contentedly until I slowly recede from you, a small dribble across your left cheek as a confirmation of my pre-dawn gift.
Your breathing resumes its slow, constant pace, and I realize that had you been awake at all, you are not now. Carefully I roll away from you, and out of bed, to clean myself up and change my shorts.
I slip out to go make coffee, careful not to make a sound.
