MY CONFIDANT
I AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING to soft caresses as Weston’s fingers gently traced up and down my spine. The previous night came flooding back when I tried to scoot closer and received a small twinge in my abdomen.
Jesus, his large c**k could pound hard and deep, but it seemed that sometimes there was a flip side the next morning.
“How do you feel, baby girl?” his low, sleepy voice asked.
My head tilted up, and I stared into his lapis blue eyes as his fingers ghosted over my cheek.
“No worse for wear,” I reassured him.
After Weston’s dominant display, I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he placed soft loving kisses and touches all over me. I awoke a few hours later, still in his arms; he hadn’t moved.
He’d been nothing but gentle with me last night after our tryst on the kitchen
