His girlfriend drives him

John reluctantly stumbled back to his room, leaving his car keys where they were; he was definitely in no condition to drive himself anywhere. He carefully pushed the door open, only to see that his girlfriend, Rachel, was still fast asleep. She hadn't even noticed that he'd left the bed in pain, always the heavy sleeper.

He knelt by the side of the bed, now moving slowly out of discomfort than fear of waking her, and gently nudged her shoulder. She rolled about and made a few sleepy sounds before her eyes finally cracked open.

'Morning,' Rachel said, grinning. 'What time is it?'

'Early.' John knew she was as used to sleeping in as he was. 'Look, I think I need...' before he could finish his sentence, he grunted in pain.

'What do you need?' Rachel asked, her voice husky with sleep. She moved closer to him, causing the thin bedsheet to fall down her naked body, exposing her perfect breasts. 'Tell me, John. What exactly... do you need.' She had one hand on his cheek, the other already moving for his crotch.

'No, Rach, I...' He was cut off by the weak grip of her hand on manhood over his pants, gently rubbing the area.

'Come on,' she whispered, moving her face closer to his. 'There's gotta be a reason we're up this early.'

Her breaths eagerly hit his lips, and without time to object she kissed him. Her lips were soft, gentle, at first, but before long she was passionately grinding her mouth against his, though still touched with elegance that only Rachel could pull off. It was barely a minute before he was hard beneath her hand, moving faster with each breathy kiss.