Her eyes are closed in that not-quite-awake state. She smiles inwardly as the realisation of it being Friday fills her with quiet joy. She no longer works on Fridays and feels blissful at not being woken suddenly by her intrusive 6 am alarm.
 
It had been a warm night with rain brewing, so she slept naked under the covers.

She stretches and, with that delicious tingly feeling of energy slowly coursing through her, rolls over to face him, her arm and leg sliding across his fit young body.

She kisses his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, purring good morning into his mouth, and their tongues meet. His pushes into hers softly as he whispers good morning back. As they snuggle tight, her plump breasts squash against his chest. She pulls back a little, adjusting her hips to allow his vibrant morning erection to settle comfortably along her soft belly, then she cuddles close again, swooning.

She feels herself grow damp, craving his big uncut cock inside her as she strokes his face with the backs of her fingers. They share the same breath and she feels his heartbeat against her bosom, her mind filling with thoughts of  how they will spend the day... making slow love... fucking passionately... showering together... making love again... and again.

Outside, birds singing in the sycamore tree wake her fully. Her eyes open, adjusting to the morning light, and she sighs heavily at the reality of being alone in her empty bed. A single tear escapes her eye, slowly travelling down her cheek to the end of its journey as she pulls the covers tight around her, hoping to dream of him a little longer.