He sits up, pressing his back against the wall, and slides his legs under hers so they drape over his thighs. He rests his hand on her bare stomach and begins to rub slow, lazy circles over her with his palm. Her drowsy eyelids flutter open, then close again, but the corners of her mouth turn up ever so slightly, and she murmurs, "hello, you." He bends over to kiss her, running his lips over her brow, then moving to gently capture her mouth, flicking her lips with his tongue.
He slides his fingers beneath the band of her panties, slipping them down to comb through the fine patch of hair between her thighs. Her smile widens, and she purrs a little at him. Her arms come up around his neck, her nails lightly scratching his skin, and she arches her back just a bit, her languid morning stretch pushing her up into him.
Spreading her lips open, he rests his thumb over the hood of her clitoris and slowly begins circling it, dragging the slick skin over the tiny, sensitive nub beneath, the way she likes. Snaking first one finger, then a second into her, he sets up a slow push-pull, sliding the fingers inside her, then withdrawing them to the tips each time his thumb crests over her. At first her face is still with concentration, like she's trying to hear some faint sound, but her hips follow his circles. Then she tosses her head back against the pillow and bites her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, breathing hard and making a whining noise like hngh-hngh.
He's astonished to see a tear run from the corner of each eye and down into her hair. He holds absolutely still for a second and starts to pull back, but her eyes fly open and her hand seizes his wrist, holding him in place. "Don't. You. Dare," she hisses through gritted teeth, bucking impatiently at his idle hand. He eases back into it, the relentless motion speeding up now, whipsawing her between thumb and fingers. His eyes are locked on her face, her own eyes going unfocused and glassy, and he sees her skin suddenly flush bright red as her hips strain up to meet him, the rest of her body going rigid, then slack as her orgasm breaks.
She's shivering a little, so he wraps her up in himself, kissing her cheek, thinking, damn, I do good work. She turns her head, nestling against his neck, and whispers, "a hell of a way to start the day, Dixon."