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The early morning rays were lighting the room, casting everything in a warm, yellow tinge. It was stark contrast to outside, in the depths of winter, less than freezing.

She sighed and snuggled back into him, half asleep, half awake. Then, she smiled, as he nuzzled her neck and pressed his hips, his body, his groin into her.

He squeezed her bottom, quite hard, the tickled her, slowly, softly, around her cheeks and then towards the slit in between her legs. His feather light touch had her yearning for more, and, without changing position, she pressed herself into his palm.

He obliged, and slipped first one, then two fingers inside. He probed around in her warmth, making her gasp and groan, then removed his hand. She snuggled her head into the pillow and pushed her hips backwards as she heard him open the condom wrapper, and she sighed with pleasure as he oh-so-gently entered her.

He started slow, caressing, sleepy, just like her. But as she started to cry out and clutch the pillow, and then his arm, he pushed harder, faster, holding her hips at an angle so he could go deeper. She started to whimper and moan, unable to hold back, and he swore as they shuddered together.