Beep, beep, beep. I don't know why my body startles when I hear the alarm; I should be used to this by now. Outside the sun is barely starting to rise. But you're faster than the sun; before I can roll over I feel your cock pressed into my back, your lips dotting kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. For someone who claims to not be a morning person, you're plenty frisky. I'm going to be late, but your hands are already working their way down my body. Work can wait. Good morning, good morning, good morning.