I woke up as the color of dawn peaked through the thin white curtains. There was a chill the air and I was mostly uncovered -- the sheets pulled to the other side of the bed and I was only wearing only a pair of boxers.
I rolled over, slipping both legs beneath the blankets and pulled myself into her back; one arm sliding under her pillow and the other I rested on top of her shirt in between her breasts, pulling myself even closer.
Still asleep, she nestled in, making herself comfortable.
I could smell her tiredness from the nape of her soft neck as I breathed her in.
My breath tickled her skin is she shifted again, this time with more awareness of where she was. Letting out a soft moan, she let me know what she wanted.
I kissed her passionately but gently, squeezing her closer to me as I moved my right hand beneath her shirt. Her skin was so soft in the morning; smooth and warm to the touch. I massaged her large, soft breasts with my hand as I tongued her ear, trying not to move too much so not to wake either of us up too much.