"Good morning," you manage to croak out, your voice husky with sleep and desire. You feel embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by his touch. As he continues to stroke you, you can't help but moan softly, arching your back into his hand.

"Mmm..." you murmur appreciatively, biting your lower lip to stifle another moan. "Yes." Your hips begin to move almost imperceptibly against his fingers, seeking more contact.