You try not wake him as you climb into bed next to him, but he wakes with the shift of the mattress and the crinkle of the sheets. His hands reach up and stroke down your arms, pulling you over his chest. He’s warm from sleep and smells like fresh laundry and sex. It had been a very good night for you both and judging by the shift of his hips, the morning looks promising too.
You shift up on his chest a bit, spreading your thighs to either side of his hips, straddling him. His hair is soft and thick in your hands as you run your fingers through it. Your fingers clench in the warm strands as he leans up to kiss you.
Pushing back into the kiss, you follow him down into the pillows, his tongue lips at your lips for entrance which you grant happily. He devours your mouth for long, hot minutes before the need for more overcomes him. With a press of his hips and a shove at your shoulders he rolls you over the bed underneath him, grinding down against you.
"God," he groans into your mouth. "I want you."
"Yes," you answer, dragging your hands down his back. "Yes."