A delicious onslaught.
That was the only thought Olivia could form as a familiar, building pressure centered low in her body. She was barely awake, floating in the warm, deep haze of sleep, when a new sensation, a slow, deep friction, reintroduced her to reality. She felt the heavy, steel-like weight of his manhood inside her, and the gentle, deliberate resistance of his hips beginning to pump.
She squinted. A bright, searing light cut through the room, the unmistakable glare of the morning sun against the glass wall. She couldn't fully register the time or the light; her brain was instantly overwhelmed by the delicious feeling Simon had introduced her to only hours ago.
She whimpered, the sound soft, thick with renewed arousal, acknowledging that she was now fully awake. Simon was back
