Nine Minutes

BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZ !

He paws at the alarm clock, his fingers stabbing for the SNOOZE button. His morning ritual.

He'll drift back off in a few seconds, then repeat the process nine minutes later.

Like hell.

I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep, dammit, why should he?

Straddling him, leaning down to kiss him as his hairy chest tickles my sensitive nipples.

Reaching over to shut off the damned alarm clock for good. He doesn't need it anymore, he's fully awake.

Mmmmmmmmm, is he ever....