Tracy's breath caught and his voice carried through in small snatches as he lifted Cynthia's hips, exposing himself to the suddenly very brisk air of their bedroom. She laid down on him, and the pleasant weight of her body against his threatened to reawaken something inside of him. The feeling of her body against his always blasted away everything extraneous, stripping him down to the pith of what he was in one blissful moment. It was a feeling that quite suddenly threatened to rekindle his desire.<br/><br/>She smiled down at him then, her fingers just barely brushing through his hair. "Hey yourself," he replied, offering her the same smile in return. She was right, generally about everything, but about this one thing in particular: that<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>hot. They hadn't had sex for weeks and he was almost starting to wonder if she'd forgotten that was something that they generally did. But going so long without it had been worth it. It had so been worth it. She rolled off of him then, bringing the tray closer to them so she could delicately pluck her strips of bacon and then devour them.<br/><br/>"Now we just need to christen every other room in the house," he joked, dropping a napkin onto his dick and just leaving it there for a moment before building up the energy to clean himself off. The napkin was wadded up, thrown, and thankfully made it safely in the confines of the trash bin because he really didn't feel like getting out of bed to pick it up. His head lulled to the side lazily, rolling over to look at Cynthia. "So, good morning to you too."