But I´m spent, morning light breaks lazily through the curtains, and I can´t hold my eyes open anymore.As morning comes, my own private night closes around me, and I fall asleep with her perfect tit in one hand.
***
Her pussy was delicious.I will never forget the taste and how tightly she clenched around my cock.
I would fall asleep with my hand holding her perfect breast, knowing I wanted to own every piece of this woman.
Not that she would let me.
She would not let go of her control.At every second, she was sure of what she wanted.
And ready to take it.
The way she touched herself, making herself come, I have never seen a woman do that so openly.
It irked me, too.I was ready to take away that control the first minute we woke up.
To fuck her senseless again.
But when I opened my eyes, she was gone.
Like a dream.
Two glasses on the nightstand and used condoms in the bin proved this was no dream.
As perfect as she was, she was real.
I reach for my phone, half-hoping she left her number.
Or at least her damn name.
No such luck.
I open Instagram.She’s a journalist; she’s got to be somewhere in the endless scroll of followers.There must be a way to track her down.
Maybe that’s what she wants.
Women like to play these kinds of games, right?
At least they do in the movies.
I sit up, rub my eyes, and head for the bathroom.
Cold water hits my face, sharp enough to bring my brain back online, taking control from my betraying dick.
Then it hits me: the dinner.
Her clever words.
The way she saw straight through me.
I walk back to the bed and shut off my phone.
As nice as it was, maybe she’s got more sense than I do.
I don’t need a woman like that in my life.
I definitely don't need such a distraction.
