"You can always talk to me." She promised, ignoring his comment about her bedhead. It was an on going battle with her hair to keep it neat and every night she lost the fight badly. It always required lots of brushing and touching up in the morning. Instead she just groaned softly at the feeling on his lips.<br/><br/>"Woah, and good morning to you, too." She was more awake when she felt his erection grinding into her hip. She opened her eyes and turned so she was facing him. Reaching down, she began to stroke him through his clothing until she deemed him to be sufficiently riled up. Del then slowly slid her hand right into his pants and gently grabbed ahold of his cock and began to pump at an almost torturously slow pace. "This better, baby?" While her hand worked, she leaned in to press hot little kisses along his neck and collarbone.