My alarm oozed into my consciousness and I peeked my eyes open. It was still dark, the hill outside my window was backlit with a deep glowing blue from the city lights beyond. I closed my eyes again and sank into my pillow waiting for the next round of chimes.
His hand came out of the darkness from my right, warm and heavy. It gently groped my left breast and eased its way over to my right. Back and forth it went between the two and I lay there wondering if I were dreaming, but the stroking continued. My hand went down to my parted legs and my panties, loose and comfy, had pulled to the side while I slept. I gingerly touched my warm lips.
I took his wrist and guided his hand down between my legs. “How is it that you’re already wet?” he said huskily. My elbow bumped into his giant erection.
“How is it that you’re already hard?”
“I wake up like this every morning,” he replied getting up on his knees and pulling off my underwear.
“Well, I wake up like this every morning, too.”
He licked his hand and rubbed the head of his cock and pushed against my hole. His lick was totally unnecessary. He ground in like a delicious, deep massage and held himself there.
“Good morning, Hyacinth,” he said smiling.
“Good morning, TN,” I whispered back.
We moved slowly in the dark dawn glow, the dark purple sheet pulled up over us to ward off the ceiling fan. My alarm chimed on again. Nine minutes had passed, though it felt like 9 seconds and 9 hours all at once.
I dug my fingers into his meaty buttocks and pulled him closer, he grunted in my ear and began to move faster. My body temperature rose to meet our tempo and I got tangled in my shirt; I gave up with it wrapped behind my neck. At least my fucking tits were free.
We writhed and moaned and I filled my nostrils with his scent, his beard scratched my neck and cheek and face. I began to lose myself in the movements and my demure little moans morphed into bursts of sound as he slammed into me. My pussy made her presence known, too, with slick squelching noises. The Neighbor growled louder and I came in bubbles and blossoms wishing with all my might that he may lose himself, too.
Instead, he powered away at me and I clung to him for dear life; I wasn’t going to give up first, I didn’t care how close to dying I thought I was. He panted hard and drove into me one last time as if to cum, but relaxed and rolled off of me instead. “Where’s your Hitachi?” he asked.
“In the closet,” I answered, sprawled in the dawn’s light-blue light.
He brought it back and I turned it on; he lay next to me and stroked his aching hardon. I marveled at its slight arch. I came harder with the vibrations and he held my face and kissed me as I breathed into him and turned rigid with the orgasm that washed through me.
“So, is this the first time you’ve ever fucked a guy who had his lights turned off?” he asked me referring to the previous night of zero electricity in his place.
“It is! Congratulations, TN,” I laughed. “You’ve got yet another First under your belt.”
“What can I say? I’m The Best Deadbeat Lover, ever!”
“Yes, you are.”
I smiled again and got up, the light outside my window burst with pinks and oranges. “And you’re the best fucking alarm clock.”
He came round and held my face, looked into my eyes, icy blue to dark, and kissed me square on the mouth. “Well, thank you for letting me stay at Hotel Hyacinth where the morning sex and continental breakfasts are free of charge.”
We laughed again and left the bedroom to start our day.