I woke up undoubtedly feeling sore since it was the first time anything larger than a finger penetrated me. I smiled remembering the word what Uno told me last night, that he’ll make love to me instead of just having s*x. I remembered how he cradled me so lovingly, looked me in the eye as he thrusted in and out at a slow, gentle pace. His hands never stopped molding my body. My breasts, my waist, my hipbones.
I remembered how he captured my moans in his mouth, swallowing every sound I wanted to let out. s**t! I was feeling wet again.
I slowly set my foot on the floor pulling some clothes to wear in the dresser. When I woke up and found out that he’s not beside me, I felt disappointed. I thought we’ll wake up together, him waking me up with his kisses and then we’ll make love again.
