I wake up with Kay’s arm around me. My brain is fuzzy from the crying and the whiskey, but alert enough to remember that nothing happened, only a replay from the night before. I check the alarm clock. It’s 4.30 in the morning and, outside, the first light hasn’t broken through yet. Kay purrs softly behind me, her breath hot on the skin of my neck. Deep inside me, the throbbing ignites. It doesn’t help that her breasts poke against my back and that, when I glance down, I catch a glimpse of her strong, long fingers.
Slowly, I try to slide onto my back, attempting not to disturb her too much, but once I’ve managed to roll over, her hand rests dangerously close to my breast. Despite wearing a t-shirt, my n****e instantly reaches upward and any chance of more sleep leaves the room.
Kay stirs
