Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

I should have noticed earlier that his breathing was not as steady, that he
was waking up. But I didn’t. I was too preoccupied by how he was making
me feel, too preoccupied by his fingers strumming my nipple and my pussy
begging me to bring my hand to it so I could finally find relief. It was too
much.
Too much, too much, too much.
So I didn’t even notice him waking up. I didn’t even notice his erratic
breathing or his hips pressing against my ass. The feeling of his hardening
cock though, that I noticed.
I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t, it was really hard… to miss.
“Oh fuck.” His hand froze on my breast, like he was just coming to his
senses. We both remained frozen, not knowing what to do.
Or perhaps we did know what we had to do, but didn’t want to do it.
Perhaps he too knew that the best thing to do right then would have been to
take his hand out of my shirt, apologize and get out of bed.
Perhaps I knew I should apologize too because I woke up first and felt
what he was doing to me. Perhaps we both should get out of here and away
from each other before things went any further, to the point where we
wouldn’t be able to blame sleep for our actions.
Perhaps.
But I was feeling so ravenous, so greedy that morning. For once in my life
desire was flooding my stomach, my whole body was prickling with need.
For him. For Maddox.
Tentatively, I undulated my hips, my ass grinding against his erection. We
both let out a gasp simultaneously, the sensation even better than what I
anticipated.
“What are you doing, Sofia?” I gulped, suddenly shy.