He's always hard in the mornings, he wants to say, but is cut off by the feeling of her hand on his dick. He shudders, pushing forward into her touch, which is just what she wanted. She pulls him forward by his prick. He doesn't protest it, instead a short breathy sound escaping from his lips. He can feel the heat of her sex above his dick and then she closes her thighs around him. He doesn't hesitate to do as she says. He presses his hand to the flat of her abdomen again to hold her against him and begins to thrust. He hides his face in her hair at the feelings. She's so hot, and the texture of her cotton undergarments a strange contrast to the soft skin of her thighs.

"Ah... Shit."