The buzzing didn't stop, and reluctantly she felt herself beginning to wake. Slowly she opened her eyes, just enough to glance at the time and groan. She grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled herself closer to the annoying noise. Searching blindly in the darkness she finally found the switch and turned off the annoying buzzing. When she rolled back over she moaned in annoyance finding her bed mate gone. A soft chuckle broke the silence in the room. "Go away."
The next time she woke it was more pleasant. Kisses trailing down her back, a hand sliding up the inside of her thigh. "Just because you're awake doesn't mean I am."
"You could have woken up with me."
Chloe turned on her side to face Oliver and opened her eyes to the glaring sun. With a whine she rolled onto her stomach, burrowing her head into his body. "I'd rather be soft and mushy then wake up at five thirty in the morning."
"Well you are soft." He brushed his lips over her bare shoulder and trailed a hand up her thigh to her hip. "Maybe a bit mushy." He pinched the skin there and laughed as she shoved at his stomach. "You wouldn't want me if I was a lazy billionaire lying around all day getting fat."
"I'd still want you." She snuggled closer and slid her hand up the firm muscles of his back. "You'd just have to spend more money on me." He bit her shoulder gently and she pinched his backside in return.
"Harlot." She gasped and pulled away from him as she slapped his chest. He grabbed her wrist with a grin and rolled them over so that she was lying on her back beneath his body. When she tried to push him off with her other hand on his shoulder he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. He transferred the other wrist into his hand and grinned down at her as he held her arms down above her head.
"Oliver..." She warned and rolled her eyes. Giving her hands a gentle tug she attempted to release them, but his grip was firmer then she originally thought. She pulled on her hands again, this time with much more intent. His hand only tightened in response. "What are you doing?"
"If you got your lazy butt out of bed like I do and work out those measly little muscles," he squeezed her bicep lightly, "then you might be able to toss me off of you. But since you don't..." Oliver lowered his head and kissed her neck, "you're at my mercy."
"I like being lazy. And I like my sleep." The last couple of her words shook slightly as he scrapped his teeth over one of her nipples.
"If you insist." He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the hardening pebble. As he moved to the other breast he brought a knee between her legs and parted them. She opened for him, allowing him to settle his body between her legs. Sliding his free hand between their bodies he trailed it down her stomach towards the head radiating against him. He slid a finger over her slit and massaged her clit, smirking as she whimpered softly and pressed her hips closer to his hand. He bit down on her nipple and grinned when she gasped in surprise, pressing her breasts in to his face and tossing her head back. "I suppose," he drawled out slowly and slid two fingers deep inside of her, his cock twitching as she cried out, "I could just work you out in different ways."