I woke up to the slow drag of his mouth along the side of my neck, feeling the warmth of his saliva. The room was still dark, just the faint glow of city lights filtering through the half-open curtains. Harrison’s body was pressed against my back, one arm draped heavy over my waist, his hand already between my thighs and two thick fingers slid lazily through the slick mess we’d made earlier, spreading his cum and my wetness over my swollen clit. I was sore in the best way, every muscle loose and aching, but my body responded instantly—arching back into him with a soft, sleepy moan. “Couldn’t let you sleep through it,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough from everything we’d already done. His fingers circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Still got a few hours before the world starts moving again. I’m not wasting them.” I reached back, threading my fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “Greedy,” I whispered, but there was no complaint in it.
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