Living With The Good Girl

The Morning After

Sunlight was sneaking through the blinds when I woke up. My back ached from sleeping on the couch, but I didn’t care. Ashley was still curled against me, her head on my chest, one arm draped over my stomach. Her long blonde hair was messy and spread everywhere. The oversized university t-shirt she had thrown on last night had ridden up again, barely covering her ass. I could feel the soft warmth of her bare thigh pressed against mine.

Last night had definitely happened.

She stirred, letting out a tiny sleepy hum that made my c**k twitch against her leg. Her eyes fluttered open. For a second she just blinked at me, those big blue eyes still heavy with sleep… and then reality hit her. Her cheeks turned bright pink.

“Oh… hi,” she whispered, voice soft and embarrassed. She started to pull away, but I kept my arm around her waist.

“Morning,” I said quietly.

She bit her lip and looked down at our bodies tangled together. “I… I can’t believe we fell asleep like this,” she murmured. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t apologize.” I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You looked comfortable.”

Ashley let out a shy little laugh and hid her face against my neck for a moment. I could feel her heart beating fast against my chest.

We stayed like that for a minute, the silence thick and awkward… but not uncomfortable. I could still smell the faint mix of her vanilla-coconut shampoo and the s*x from last night.

She finally lifted her head again. “Um… I never actually caught your name last night,” she admitted, cheeks still flushed. “I kept talking and interrupting you like an i***t. Sorry about that.”

I smiled. “It’s Dante.”

“Dante,” she repeated softly, like she was tasting the name. Her blue eyes met mine and something warm flickered in them. “That’s a really nice name.”

“Thanks, Ash.”

She shifted slightly and winced. “God, my back hurts from the couch… but I don’t really want to move.”

“Me neither,” I said, my hand sliding slowly down her back until it rested right at the top of her ass. I gave her a gentle squeeze. She shivered and pressed closer instead of pulling away.

Her breathing changed. I could feel her n*****s hardening against my chest through the thin shirt.

“Dante…” she whispered, almost like a question.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated, then spoke so quietly I barely heard her. “I can feel you… against my leg.”

I didn’t even try to hide it. “You’re not exactly making it easy to calm down.”

Ashley’s breath hitched. She didn’t move away. If anything, she rolled her hips just a little, letting my hard c**k press more firmly against her inner thigh.

“I should probably get up and make breakfast or something,” she said, but her voice was breathy and she made no effort to actually move.

“You could,” I replied, sliding my hand under the hem of her shirt and stroking the soft skin of her lower back. “Or you could stay right here a little longer.”

She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes for a second. “You’re not making this easy either…”

I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, slow and deliberate. She tilted her head to give me better access, a tiny whimper escaping her lips.

“Dante… if you keep doing that…” she whispered.

“If I keep doing what?” I asked against her skin, letting my teeth graze her lightly.

She shivered hard. “I’m going to want more than just breakfast.”

I smiled against her neck and gave her ass another firm squeeze.

“Good,” I murmured. “Because I’m not sure I’m done with you yet either.”

Ashley let out a soft, needy sound and buried her face in my neck again, clearly torn between embarrassment and desire.

The morning after our first night was already starting to feel like the second round… and we hadn’t even left the couch yet.