“The sun is the best alarm clock; it gets me right up.”

Iris was at his left, her voice just as sleep-rough. It was coming back to him now – he and Iris put themselves on closing after a Friday night service. They got Chinese takeout on the way to Iris’s. Put on a movie. Got through, maybe, half of it before they started making out. Stumbled to the bed and--

“A laser beam to the eyes would wake anyone up.”

“Then turn away from the sun, silly. Look at me.”

Grant was halfway over when Iris replied; his pupil dilated, whether it was from the light adjustment or seeing her was up for debate. She sat knee-to-chest, chin perched atop folded arms. She was still naked; her deep tawny skin gleamed like copper in the early morning sun. Her curves, ebbing and soft, were outlined like brush strokes on canvas.

A smile crossed his lips, private and real. “Good morning.”

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“When’d you get up?” Grant flipped to face her.

“A bit ago, just peed and came back.”

“Huh.”

Iris quirked an eyebrow. “What’s ‘huh?’”

“I figured you were a ‘Pilates at the crack of dawn’ kind of person. Green juice, journal affirmations, checking the vision board type of gal.”

“Oh, come on I don’t fit the influencer type that much, I just traveled and cooked and learned a bunch. Also, vision board? Stuck in 2016?”

Grant rolled his eyes, “do I look like the type to keep up with those trends?”

Iris laughed, “not even a little.”

“So I’m forgiven if my references are a little behind.”

“You are, and as you can see, I’m just as much of a sleepyhead as you.” Iris wiggled beneath the sheets, sighing when Grant’s warm, strong arm looped around her back instinctively.

“I prefer waking up with you than knowing you’re on a mat somewhere, anyway,” Grant sighed against the silk rim of her bonnet, kissing her forehead and cheek.

“Plus,” Iris caught Grant’s lips, dotting once, twice. “You had me in a few poses last night, I don’t need Pilates.”

She groaned when Grant embraced her flush against him and deepened the kiss, rumbling low at her reaction. Iris squirmed fruitlessly against her clit brushing against his firm quad.

“You liked the poses?” he joked, sliding to her waist.

“I liked the poses,” she whispered.

“Which ones?” Grant kissed over Iris’s chin and down her neck. He groaned a suckled kiss over the sweet spot just behind her ear, he felt it too. “I wanna hear them.”

Iris shivered and her eyes fluttered as she began to grind. “Grant,” she moaned.

“Use your words for me. Give me your favorite.”

His gentle command made her press harder to his thigh. “I liked being on all fours while you fucked me from behind,” Iris gasped, warming from ears to chest and burying her face in his neck. She could hear how wet she was, and so could he.

“So shy, Iris. I wanna know what you like, it’s okay. Look at me.”

Her brown eyes were dewy and clouded with lust, pants escaped her full, parted lips.

“Good girl. I liked that one too, did you like how deep you took me?”

“Ye—”

“Keep grinding.”

Iris whimpered and sped up, biting her lip, “yes.” It was so fresh, she could remember the claiming grip he held her hips with, lustful and molten. Mixed with the honeyed way Grant whispered in her ear, praising and guiding her with each stroke, it’s no wonder the fire was easily stoked.

“That’s better. You felt so good, I loved the way you hugged my cock and whimpered my name the whole time. You did so well for me, like you’re doing now.”

Iris’s pussy quivered at the praise, she clawed for his shoulder to steady herself. She melted so easily at his blunt direction, his unabashed desire he carried. To be seen like this, wanted like this, was delightfully new.

“Can I taste you, baby?”

“Please…”

Grant stole a final kiss and got to his knees, set to move to the edge of the bed. “Can I move this? I wanna see all of you.” His voice was like waves over gravel.

“Oh…yes,” Iris breathed.

They gasped softly when the sheets were pulled back; Iris’s body reacted to the cool brush of air, her nipples hardened as goosebumps bloomed over sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful…” Grant sighed once he reached the edge of the bed. He kissed and suckled her inner thighs before parting them further and groaned when he saw her glistening cunt.

“Fuck, Iris. All this for me? You’re too kind,” he gruffed.

She gasped and gripped the sheets, writhing into his mouth; Grant knew her after such a short time, but tongue and tender flesh moved as if made for each other. He suckled and flicked against around her pert clit and Iris mewled, bucking against him, needing more of this moist heat.

“Mmmh…! Nope, nuh-uh,” he growled and tugged Iris’s legs until they hooked over his shoulders. She gasped wantonly at the glimpse of his strength and how open and needy she was. Grant’s hand’s spread over her hips and lower abdomen, “stay put for me.”

Grant’s hands, roughhewn from knife pricks and hot pans, parted Iris with the gentleness of stroking flower petals before sliding a long finger inside her, humming appreciatively at the snug, slick warmth around him.

“God, you feel so fucking good, even just on my fingers. I could do this for hours, baby.”

Iris whimpered and clenched around him and scrambled for the hand on her stomach and laced their fingers, an anchor.

“Yeah, yeah it’s alright. It’s alright, Iris, I got ya; hold on to me—just like that,” Grant urged, adding another finger and developing a rhythm. He groaned when his mouth found her clit again, getting drunk on the taste and smell and motion of her.

“I-I’m close – hah! Grant…Grant, please…I’m—can I…?”

“Come for me, Iris. Don’t fight it, let it go; show how good I’m making you feel,” he gruffed, pumping his fingers.

Iris ceased like a coil spring before snapping loose with a long, high groan through her orgasm, twitching in the aftershocks. Her pussy gripped his fingers like a vise while her hot, slick spend flowed over his fingers and wrist.

A deep, affirmative sigh tickled her sensitive folds. “Ooooh yes, yes, good girl. Let it happen, just feel it,” Grant pumped her through her rolling orgasm, slow and present, just enough to give Iris more to ride out.

“You cum so beautifully,” he kissed Iris deeply as he pulled his fingers away from her silky walls, sucking them clean.

Iris’s vision cleared and her breathing evened after several moments afloat, whimpering and reaching for him. “Please…”

“I’m here, darlin’, I got ya,” Grant crawled the length of her body before gathering her in a tight embrace. He kissed her cheeks and forehead and temples, pouring praise into her. “You did so good, baby. You okay?”

Iris hummed as thanks and snuggled closer to him, blissed and warm and fluid from her climax.

Grant tilted her chin up, “words, please.” His gaze was soft again, no longer clouded by lust and desire, replaced by lo—

By something.

“Mmmyes,” she slurred.

“Better.” He kissed her again and pulled away to take in her sweet face, her soft cheeks, her sleepy smile.

“What about you? Are you…uh, hard?”

Grant glanced at himself, standing at half attention and bobbing lazily. “I mean, yeah.”

Iris chuckled, “not gonna do anything about it?”

“It’ll go down eventually, wasn’t thinkin’ of me at all, to be honest. I just wanted to make you cum, especially after you were so hot and bothered,” Grant chuckled low.

“You like flustering me,” Iris pouted.

“It’s fun.” A kiss, “it’s sexy.” Another. “But, seriously. It’s nice, seeing this side of you. You’re so locked in the flow zone at the restaurant; we both are cause we gotta be. But you, now, it’s a gift to, uh, slow down with you,” he murmured.

“Oh, that’s really sweet,” Iris breathed.

“Whew, I was worried it was cheesy.”

“It was, it was both. Brie and apricot go together for a reason,” Iris joked.

“Nice save, bringing it back to food,” Grant chuckled.

“Hasn’t failed me yet,” she purred, kissing him. “Thank you…for saying that, and for making me feel good first thing in the morning. Was it worth the sun in your eyes?”