I'm curled to his back when the sun wakes me. I drape my arm over him, finding his cock, hard as I'd known it would be, throbbing. When the sun rises, so does he, just as reliably.

I stroke him; his hot, thick weight causing my body to respond, sensitive tissues engorging and growing moist, and when he rolls onto his back and whispers, "Good morning," I'm ready.

Some days it's a feast of coupling, leaving the sheets tangled and sweaty; other days - today - work beckons, so I mount him and ride forward joyously to greet the day.