The next morning, I lay sprawled across the bed, completely naked, my face buried in the soft pillow as warm sunlight filtered through the curtains. My body was still deliciously sore from the night before, every inch of me humming with satisfaction.
Suddenly, I felt the mattress dip under his weight. His solid, warm body settled over mine, pressing me gently into the sheets. His large hand slid slowly up the back of my thigh, cupping and squeezing my ass with unmistakable hunger. Then came the kisses—soft, lingering presses along my neck, across my shoulder blades, and down my spine. I giggled breathlessly, instinctively arching and moving in rhythm with his touch, my skin tingling wherever his lips landed.
“Last night was wonderful,” he whispered hotly against my ear, his voice low and
