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I have never felt more safe and more cherished than in the mornings when I wake up cocooned in Sebastian’s arms. It amazes me when we wake up like this and not sprawled out. It’s not every day, but it happens often enough. As much as I wish I could stay enveloped in his warm embrace forever, I have to pee. And therein lies the problem. The man’s tree trunk arms won’t budge.
“Sebastian, move!” I whisper while I try to wiggle out of his grip. He stirs, wraps his leg around me, and tightens his hold.
“No. Not happening,” he mumbles.
“I have to pee,” I blurt out.
“Too bad.” He moves me onto my back and runs his already hard shaft between my legs.
“Sebastian! You’re leaning on my bladder,” my words come out half-moan half-plea. He doesn’t answer me though. He continues to rub his
