Talon
I don’t remember passing out, but I woke up to morning sun streaming through the blinds. Laura was asleep on top of me, her cheek pressed against my chest, breathing quietly. I reached up to brush the loose hair from her face. I couldn’t help it, my c**k twitched at the sight of her, at the feel of her weight on me, her naked body pressed against mine. I could feel every curve, every soft inch of her, and it drove me wild.
I traced the curve of her shoulder with my fingers, memorizing the way she felt, the way she fit against me. The weight of what I’d shared last night still lingered, but it didn’t feel heavy anymore. It felt… free. Like a part of me had been chained to that memory for so long, and now, with her knowing, it didn’t hold the same power over me.
She moved slightly,
