The sun seeped its way through the curtains, waking me up.
The first thing I noticed when feel around was the soft linen of the comforter I stole from our suburban house to put over the mattress of the bed in the first room of the farmhouse. A far cry from the rough texture of the couch.
Then it occurs to me. I wasn't sleeping at the couch.
Turning on my back, I immediately feel sore, the memory of what we did last night comes flooding back.
Reliving the events of last night in my head made my stomach dip, a harsh wave of pleasure and longing to do it again went straight to my core.
Elio and I had s*x.
And I fuckin' loved it.
The memory of how he ate me out on the wall, his belt securing my hands on the bedpost, and the blindfold. And the way he slid inside me.
Shit, I let him come
