The sun hadn't yet glanced over the dark horizon when she woke, although the night sky had begun to lighten by immeasurable degrees. The trees outside her windows were cast in dark relief against the blue-gray background, and she could just barely make out the mountains off in the distance.
She was curled on her side and she stretched, her back arching, legs straightening as she pushed her arms over her head. One hand slid along his rough jaw, her fingers encountering morning stubble. She stayed a minute to rasp it against her soft palm, savoring the sensation. She was about to lower her hand when he caught it in his and pressed a soft kiss to it, his tongue darting out to slide between her fingers. She giggled and wriggled back against him. With a low growl he slid his hand over the silky skin of her belly, and she arched again, grinding her ass against his groin.
She laughed when she encountered his hardening cock, a low, sultry, husky, completely feminine sound, more seductive than anything he'd ever heard. His hand slid lower along her abdomen until his fingers were resting on her mound. He felt her tremble as his fingertips danced along her skin and he slid one lower, dipping between her lips to flutter against her clit.