Aata slumbered for some time. His body comfortable and relaxed around mine, his grip on my hips solid but soft. His body twitching at strange sounds, ever ready to attack and defend, but gentle all the same. He loosened his hand slightly when I went to move, allowing me to roll onto my back and then slightly towards him, allowing me to observe him as he slept. His face was gentle and warm in his sleep, his wild curls falling as they wished, my fingers itching to bury my hands in them again. His lips were sllightly pouted, reminding me of soft kisses he had placed around my navel earlier in the evening. All together, he was just the kind of man that I wanted, but he didn't want me.
He woke after a few hours, smiling at me, his hands running gently down my curves as he rumbled out greeting
