They woke slowly the next morning, tangled together in the warm cocoon of sheets.
The first colour glow before sunrise filtered softly through the hotel curtains, casting a golden glow over their bodies.
Maya was curled against Stan's chest, her leg draped over his thigh, her full breasts pressed warmly to his side. His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, hand resting on the curve of her bare hip.
The scent of last night's intimacy, skin, sex, and her faint shampoo, still lingered between them.
Stan stirred first, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head.
"Muah~"
Maya hummed contentedly, nuzzling closer, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
But then she felt it, his morning hardness, thick and insistent, trapped between their bodies, pulsing against her stomach.
"Mmm… good morning to you too," she whispered, a shy but playful smile curving her lips as she shifted her hips experimentally, rubbing against him.
