Morning (The Best Thing)

I like you in the morning.
Lying on your side with your back to me
So I can wrap my arms around you
And cover your shoulders in little kisses.
I hear your breath catch.

Moving my hands down you,
Feeling you wake up. You're hard
In the morning, so it doesn't take much
To make you turn and face me.
I want to be underneath you. Come inside me.

You make me cry out when you enter me.
You're so hard, I love it.
My eyes close as you move inside me.
I touch you wherever I can reach, your back
Your waist, your shoulders.

And then I'm coming, then
I feel it building, slowly
Coming to a noisy climax. Holding you tight.
Rubbing my bare feet up your legs,
Moaning and sighing from having you inside me.

You feel it too, your body tenses
And it's the best thing to hear you gasp
Before you come. You're calling my name,
Slamming your cock hard into me,
Then spilling out between my legs, resting
On my chest. Your heart is thumping.

The morning is clear.
I have you in my arms and in my heart.
We can stay here.