Recently I've become a fan of early morning sex. In the past, I never really liked it, mainly because I was so terribly self-conscious. I know it sounds neurotic, but I was convinced that men were only aroused by women with their hair and makeup done. (Like my first husband.)
Ian came by around 5:30 this morning, tasting delightfully of blueberries as he'd snagged a muffin on his way over. Early morning congress with a large, warm man who smells good and has rough hands was an extremely pleasant way to be awakened. My work colleagues even noticed how cheerful I was this morning.
Afterwards, I confessed to him that I had always been concerned about how I must look to him at 5:30 am. His answer surprised me: he told me that I was especially attractive to him in the early mornings, as my eyes became a darker shade of green when I became aroused.
"It's really erotic to watch," he said. "I've never seen it before."