ANNA
“SOMEBODY’S BEING too quiet again,” I heard him murmur as he dropped his lips to the top of my left shoulder and played my skin with his lips, soft kisses and caresses tracing the line from my jaw towards the side of my neck. I was laying on my side, facing away from him, but was securely held by his arms under the blanket.
And it was morning.
I woke up and was honestly surprised he was still there, awake and his member angry. I could feel his rigid member pushing at my butt, which was conveniently situated in that curve between his belly and thighs. I knew at once he was awake because, although his breathing was fine, his body was alert and taut. And his embrace was tight enough not to be too much, but not relaxed for someone who was sleeping. Not at all.
He was waiting for m
