Matt
Waking Sunday morning, I stare in awe at the beautiful woman beside me. Her long golden hair lies upon her pillow, her lips are pink and parted, and her long lashes flutter with REM sleep. Lifting my head to my fist, my elbow on the bed, I continue to take her in. The sheets are twisted around her shapely legs, leaving her midsection and above exposed.
The woman in my bed is stunning.
No makeup and mussed hair.
I resist the urge to wake her.
The way my d**k aches and stands to attention below the sheet, I don't know how long I will be able to resist touching and waking her. Hell, she was the one to wake me sometime during the night for another round of s*x.
I've never been so perpetually hard.
My d**k is acting like I'm the eighteen-year-old.
The reality of our age differe
