She'd found in their time together, that she slept more comfortably when he was with her, touching her.  It was like..  there was something in him, some part of him that connected to something within her.  However it had began, she was his now, lost entirely in the relationship.  She was still herself, but that connection made her part of him too.<br/><br/>As he woke and moved around she sighed, still asleep.  She was easy to move about, since she was somewhat used to him doing that by now.  He had a habit of just putting her where he wanted her.  When she woke it was to an intense sensation of pleasure and arousal.  She swam up through the layers of sleep with a moan, thinking it a dream, only to wake with his head between her thighs.  She moaned out and lay back to enjoy this delicious brand of wake up.  Soon her hands were in his hair, her hips wriggling, and she was moaning out loudly with pleasure.