I woke the next morning with Matt's hand dangerously close to my morning wood. Just the thought of more s*x with him made me even harder, and I struggled to hold back a moan as all blood rushed south.
I must have tensed or made some sort of whimper because Matt tightened his grip on me and pulled me tighter against his chest.
"You okay, Jay?" He asked, sleep heavy in his voice, making it all deep and gravelly.
"I'm fine." I told him, rolling over to face him. Our foreheads were pressed to each other. "I love you." I added, so softly I wasn't sure he could even hear me. He grinned in response and pressed his lips to mine.
I let my hand drift down to his hip, only to be interrupted by my alarm clock. I groaned as I realized it put a damper on my plans for the morning.
"Ignore it." He
