Somehow during the night, I woke up. It was as if my body knew something my mind couldn’t yet comprehend. My eyes opened with a start, my arm instinctively tightening around Em’s small frame as I became aware of the incredible sensation of her body pressed against mine—her perfect ass moving against me.
We were spooning. Her head rested on my arm, her delicate hands gripping it tightly, almost like she was holding onto me for dear life even in her dreams. Her movements were slow but deliberate, her hips rocking back and forth, pressing into me. The contact sent jolts of heat coursing through my body. Her hair, wild and untamed, cascaded over both of us, wrapping me in the sweet, tropical scent of her shampoo. It was intoxicating, like some kind of ambrosia that clouded my thoughts and wea
