I awoke with Anya facing away from me, with my arms around her stomach. I wasn't sure if she was awake or not, but I drifted back to sleep after tightening my hold on her. I once again awoke to Anya stirring; she turned around, kissed my neck, and then snuggled in to my chest. I kissed the top of her head, and I knew she was smiling. I once again tightened my hold on Anya, and drifted back to sleep. When I awoke for a third time, I was met by my stomach practically barking at me with hunger. It didn't need to do so; as the pain of an empty stomach was enough to get me out of bed. But I was reluctant to leave such a warm bed, with an equally warm, and far more sexy girl. But unfortunately my stomach awoke Anya, and she pushed me out of bed with her feet.
I quickly washed, and then poured my self in some cereal. When I got back to Anya's bedroom, she was just coming out of the bathroom. We were both completely naked, and as I got back in to bed, I felt my blood rush to my cock. Anya didn't help my condition by laying her head on my shoulder, and stroking my rapidly growing cock with her bare leg. We shared my bowl of cereal, and then started to kiss. Anya moved to position herself over my cock, when she instead leapt over me, got out of bed and stretched her perfect body. I was a mere foot away from that perfect body displaying itself so obviously. As I reached out to cup one of her breasts, she turned and walked away and went to the wardrobe. I watched her dress (A tight t-shirt, with a long, thin skirt. She wore no underwear.). As she was dressing, she told me that we should get to the architects and start on the designs for the house. Anya disappeared downstairs, and I was left with a raging hard on. I left the bed again, and found Anya standing over the kitchen counter with her elbows resting on the counter; steadying her. She was reading the morning paper, but from this angle her ass looked more interesting. I walked behind her and cupped her breasts in my hand. I felt her nipples grow hard and stretch the already tight fabric to its limit. Anya was moaning; and I knew that she wasn't reading the paper anymore; but instead enjoying the feelings that I was creating. With my spare hand I started to gather up her skirt, and once it was hiked up around her hips, I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her pussy. Her little ass hole looked appealing; so I started to spread her pussy juice over her ass with my cock.