The sun sliced through the bedroom curtains, and I felt the hard heat of morning wood against the small of my back. I rolled over and grabbed the sticky shaft with my hand, awakening it with sensual strokes and commanding thrusts. With each rise of arousal, I ground against his tight body until his rippling muscles quivered in delight and I felt his hot seed spilling within me. Rising big and hard was only the beginning of a delicious morning.