Watched

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.
 
Sasha grinned happily and shed her clothing. Climbing under the bedcovers, she snuggled into the crook of Rex's arm.

"Good. I can't think of anything better either."
 
Rex held her close as they settled into the sheet. "Night, love," he yawned, and soon fell asleep with his face buried in her hair.
 
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.
 
Rex only stirred slightly. He was a very deep sleeper. His cock however was very awake, almost fully hard and begging for attention.
 
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 responded with an undulation of his body, slowly drifting back into the waking world with a loud groan of mixed pleasure and weariness.
 
Sasha dipped her head down to his ear.

"Wake up, baby." She moved her face to hover above his and kissed him deeply.
 
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."
 
Sasha grinned and kissed him. She quickened her pace with her hips, bringing her quickly to the edge of her first orgasm of the day.
 
Rex reached up and kneaded her breasts, toying with her nipples. The anticipation from his dreams that night had left him close already.
 
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.
 
Rex came only seconds after her. Throwing his head back against the pillow and letting his body swim in the sensation. "Damn... Best morning ever..."

He sat up and kissed Sasha passionately.
 
Sasha giggled as she kissed him before rolling over and snuggling back into his arms.

"How'd you sleep?"
 
"About the same." She leaned her head over and gently bit his nipple. "Rawr! I'm hungry."
 
Rex returned the gesture by reaching over and pinching one of her nipples. "What did you have in mind?"
 
"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."
 
Sasha clapped.

"Yay! Good! Hop to!" She pushed him with her feet towards the edge of the bed and grabbed for the remote. "I'll be here when it's ready."

She stuck her tongue out at him and winked before laughing.
 
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.
 
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