Joyce opened her eyes with a snap. It took her a second to turn to the alarm clock and glare at it, silently accusing it for not going off at the right time before realizing that it was Wednesday. Finally, a day off.
Exactly the reason why Adrian had not woken her up today. Otherwise, after he would get up, he would always tell her that he had reset the alarm and she was to wake up an hour after.
That was her definition of the perfect morning. The first thing that he did was to talk to her.
She came first.
Joyce curled on the bed like a baby, bringing her knees to her chest and reveled in the feeling of the post orgasmistic bliss that she was in. Even after sleeping through the entire night, she could still feel herself tingling. That was his effect.
Joyce touched her lips, remembering how he had kissed her, and immediately closed her eyes bashfully. She squealed and turned around in the bed, going around in circles. This was her life. Happy, happy life.
