Not the usual roosters calling to one another across town. Not the clock blaring in my ears, but songbirds in the woods along the river. I rolled over gently in the bed. Cindy was still asleep. I could just make out her face in the dim light. I padded down the hall to the bathroom, listening to the house as I went. Either everyone was asleep, or out doing the morning chores. I cleaned up and slid back into bed.I love it when Cindy sleeps naked. With no kids around, we have that freedom. With just the tips of my fingers, I traced the contours of her body; placed soft kisses along her neck, down to her breasts. She stirred, mumbled something in her sleep. I glanced up.“Keep going,” she whispered, “Great way to wake up.”I obliged her. My hands continued their route. The skin of her belly was soft, but she was starting to get a little more rounded every day. Her lips met mine as I slid my hand through the thick tangle of her mound, along the inside of her thigh. She moaned a little as I rolled over and pulled her on top of me.
