Jimmy awoke with the startling realization he was in danger of losing himself completely to this petite woman snuggling so peacefully against him. He was already in love with her, but this was something more. So much more. She mewled in her sleep, stretched, and rolled to her other side, wiggling her bottom against his groin. He sucked in a breath, counted to five, before she ceased her torturous movements and resumed lightly snoring. She had to be exhausted. He woke her up no less than three times during the night to make passionate love to her. And passionate it was, and that was worrisome.
With other women, it had been so different, less fulfilling. The s*x was good, enjoyable, a few orgasms and two satisfied people. But with Greta, it was something more, something tangible, important,
