My phone rang me out of a deep peaceful sleep. "Face down. Ass up. That's the way we like to... Face down. Ass up. That's the way we like to..." The sound of his ringtone made me smile, even while half asleep.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the night stand. He was texting me to say it was raining and he was being sent home from work. I texted him back – "I'm not getting out of bed.. It's warm and they like me here. Come join me. Back door's open." I pulled the 1200 count Egyptian cotton sheet back over my head and fell asleep.
About an hour later, I hear the familiar sound of a Ford diesel pull up the driveway under my bedroom window and I felt someone noticeably bigger than my cat climb into bed with me and start playing with my piercings. I let out a little moan, rolled over to face him and let the pillow out of my death grip. His tongue met with my nipple and I couldn't help but arch my back a little bit to meet his mouth. He traced his finger down my stomach, barely touching me, but I could feel the heat from his hand. His hand traveled further south and gently he spread my legs apart so he could make sure I was waking up for him. I woke up a little more with each circle he made on my clit with his well calloused thumb. I am so not a morning person and he knew it. There had better be some coffee on the night stand or I was going to be a grumpy camper when we were done.