Rex sat up and pulled Sasha down into his lap. He kissed her passionately and held her close. "I can't think of a better way to start my Saturday than to wake up with you in my arms," he said honestly.
Rex usually slept in on Saturdays. And today wasn't much of an exception. It was coming close to 11 AM, and all he did was turn away from the sun seeping through the blinds on his windows and unconsciously rub his morning wood up against Sasha's naked thigh through his silk boxers.
Sasha stretched happily when she woke, and felt a hardness in her thigh. She laughed and sunk beneath the covers. She grabbed hold of Rex's boxers and violently yanked them down.
Sasha smirked when she realized Rex was not waking. She ran her tongue up the length of his hard cock and her hands down his thighs. She giggled to herself before climbing up to straddle his hips and quickly plunging herself down, sitting happily on his dick.
Rex drifted back to consciousness at the kiss and yawned lightly. He smiled up at Sasha. "Morning, beautiful." He looked down to see his cock buried deep within her. "That's right, I did promise you the chance to be on top for once. Or is this you making good on last night's threat to rape me."
"Does this look like rape to you?" She smiled seductively at him. "It doesn't look like that to me." She rocked her hips back and forth, hair falling in Rex's face.
"True. And rape does imply that it's non-consentual, doesn't it?" He began rocking back to meet her, forming a rhythm. "Either way, it's the best wake-up call I've ever gotten."
She bounced up and down on him, concentrating hard on her own pleasure. Soon she found herself convulsing, and moaning loudly, caught up in a forceful orgasm.
"I don't have anything in mind. It's Saturday. I usually roll out of bed and eat the first edible thing I come across." She laughed and bit his nipple again.
Rex arched a brow and pinched her nipple again. "Well, I don't mean to boast," he said in a deliberately cocky voice, "but I make a great omelette and French toast."
Rex sighed and pulled his boxers back on. "Oh, how whipped I've become in such a short time."
He went downstairs and let Capone in. He fed the dog as he prepared breakfast, and as soon as the Great Dane was done, it tore ass up the stairs and jumped into Rex bed, sniffing Sasha curiously as he wagged his tail before settling into the exact geometric center of the mattress and drifting into a lazy trance that only a dog could pull off.