Yeah, baby. I roll over easily, putting my hands under my head as I just drink in the view for a minute, looking at her breasts, hips, waist, belly, collarbone, the little patches of reddening skin where I bit and sucked at her. Perfect view. Beats any in the world.

A view which disappears when I feel her hand on me and my eyes close a bit, one opening long enough to look at her with a bit of a challenge, "Oh, yeah, like to hear more about this plan of yours."