Finding Joy

Connie Rubirosa smiled and
stretched lazily.  Rolling onto her side,
she noted that—most unusually—her boyfriend, Mike Cutter, was still sound
asleep.  Usually, he was up and had
breakfast made by the time she opened her eyes. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Still smiling, she moved again, shifting on
top of him and resting her chin on her crossed hands on his bare chest.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Several deep, even breaths later, his eyes
fluttered open and she smiled at him.

"Good morning," she
murmured.

"Hey, beautiful," he
responded, still groggy.  After a moment,
he brought his arm up around her shoulders.

"Kinda tired?" she
asked.

He blinked a few times and
nodded.  "Guess so."

She shifted again, laying her
cheek on his chest and sliding her arms up under his shoulders.

"Connie?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Everything all right?"

"Mm."style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She took a breath.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "You know what I keep thinking about…."

"What?"

"You.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  And me. 
And Jack."

Lying half on top of him as she
was, she felt his manhood twitch and she smiled.

"Apparently, so do you."

He kissed her forehead.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "That was the most incredibly erotic
thing I've ever been involved in.  God, I
love you."

She turned her face toward him
and grinned, shifting a little more on top of him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "I love you, too."

He involuntarily closed his eyes
and took a deep breath at the feel of her soft skin against his hardening
manhood.  When he was completely hard,
she slid back onto him.

"I want to do that again,"
she whispered in his ear.

Positioned as she was, his
answering smile went unnoticed.