What feels like barely 5 minutes since he fell asleep and Chris' alarm clock is blaring in his ear. He outstretches an arm, pats around his bedside table until it snoozes, and snuggles himself back under the warm duvet once more. A smile spreads across his face, as he rolls over, and pulls his girl friend closer. In his sleepy state, he squeezes her a little from behind, before gently kissing her neck.
"Good morning beautiful," he whispers in her ear.
She awakens with a grin, as she rolls herself over to face him. Resting a palm on his cheek, she presses her lips against his. Her hand snakes around his neck, as she cradles his ear a little.
"Good morning handsome," she finally replies.
Chris cant wipe the natural smile of his face, as he leans in to kiss her again. He rests a hand on her hip, as her hand traces down his torso. Sliding her hand around to his back, she gently pulls him closer. He caresses her hip slightly with his thumb, and she moans a little, as the kissing continues.
But that was Chris' cue. Against all his instincts, he pulls himself away. Their lips finally part, as they are both forced to restrain themselves.
"I've got to get ready for work," Chris smiles, his hand still on her hip.
"Five more minutes?" she pleads, stroking his shoulder unconsciously.
He smiles and kisses her again. She quickly takes her chance and slips her tongue into his mouth. Naturally, Chris moves his hand to her neck, desperate to bring her closer to him. But he stops himself again.
Pushing himself backwards, he slips out of the bed, away from temptation. She playfully huffs at him, but he simply smiles at her in return. She watches on as he walks around the edge of the bed, and over to the door.
"Need a hand in the shower?" she teases, as he leaves the room.
She gets a wishful smirk in response. But she knows he is right; he has to get ready for work. And she should really be getting up right now too. However, with Chris in the bathroom anyway, where is the harm in another 5 minutes of shut eye?
20 minutes later, she is awoken by the soft touch of her boyfriend. He is perched on the edge of her side of the bed, stroking her shoulder.
"Come on, you can't be late either," Chris lovingly reminds her.
He kisses her on the forehead, before getting up from the bed and strolling over to the wardrobe.
"Aw, come on, really?!" she groans, as she watches him. "You had to pick those trousers? You're killing me!"
Chris laughs. He forgot how much of a fan she is of this particular pair of trousers. She has always admired how they are tight in all the right areas. She practically drools over the sight of his tight ass in them before he has even put them on!
Having now put on his tie, he decides to tease her just a little. He heads back across the room towards the chest of drawers, pulls out a pair of socks, and smirks at her. She clearly knows what is coming, as she bites her bottom lip a little in anticipation.
Chris bends at the waist, pretending to slip on a sock. He is sure to have his ass facing her, as he spends way too much time in that position. But before he knows it, she has jumped out of bed, and is hugging him from behind. He stands tall once more, laughing to himself. He turns to face her, as she rests both her hands on his neck. Planting another morning kiss on his lips, she runs a hand under his shirt.
"You're such a tease," she mutters in between kisses.
Holding her tight, kissing her more intensely, he naturally leads them both back over to the bed. She falls onto the duvet behind them, as straddles her. Her hands are now caressing his ass, as he begins kissing her neck. He kisses her repeatedly, before taking a deep breath and resting his head on her shoulder.
"I cant…" he mumbles, with a sigh.
She lifts his head up in her hands, and kisses him one final time.
"I know," she smiles. "Now, get to work," she playfully orders him, as she taps his hip to get him off her.
She sighs to herself as she watches him leave the room again. She flops herself back on the bed, just taking a minute to prepare herself for the day. But she quickly sits herself back up, knowing if she doesn't start getting ready now, she never will.