JORDAN
I watch as Astrid stirs and snuggles closer. Her red hair splays across my white pillow as she breathes deeply, her body relaxes, her face angelic in sleep.
She shifts a little, her eyes still close as her hand rests on my chest.
She moves a little more and drapes her knee across my thigh. My c**k pulses back to life, somehow even harder than before.
My c**k needs some wrangling, given that it’s been hard from the moment I got home last night and saw Astrid sleeping in my bed. I strip down my pants down to my knees, freeing my c**k.
I clench my eyes shut and let out a low grunt. Her little turning and tossing has left me in a fiery state of desire.
I must tamp it down. Even though I want to bury my shaft into her, I have to let her recover fully. That’s why I haven’t touched h
