Morning dawned, and though I was damp, bruised, and very stiff, I was also still enfolded in Raneld’s embrace, so all was well with the world. He stirred where he lay spooning me, and immediately nuzzled at the back of my neck. I was extremely sore there, probably the sorest spot, save perhaps for where he’d been within me, but I didn’t mind one bit. I sighed softly, pressing back against him. He nibbled my ear, and I could feel a stirring against my backside as he did so.
“Mmm. Good morning,” he murmured.
“Good morning indeed,” was my reply. I wiggled a bit, rubbing against the stirring I felt, and he made a low sound of pleasure and slid his arms down to my hips, to pull me hard against him. His c**k rubbed between my cheeks, waking the ache there, but it was a largely pleasant sort of
