You’re just tired. You need to rest. All that sex has messed with your sleep hygiene.
Wait, no, don’t think about sex!
Too late.
My bed somehow seemed to smell like it, and all I could think about when I lay down was Chris next to me, then on top of me then inside of me…
I tossed and turned, feeling hot and bothered.
“My bed isn’t even as big as his,” I grumbled, pulling one of the food pillows onto my head. “Why does he keep coming in here?”
Coming…
“That’s it!” I announced, sitting up.
I went across the hall to Chris’s room. It was a bit cooler in there and had the clean sage-and-spring-water smell I associated with him.
I snuggled under his covers, surrounded by the scent of him…
And woke up the next morning with Chris in nothing but his silken boxer briefs wrapped around me, one leg thrown over mine.
“Oops,” I murmured. Chris buried his face in my hair.
“You missed me.”
I felt him smile against my cheek.
“You made my room smell like sex.”
He chuckled softly. Then he swept my hair aside and kissed me lightly on the back of the neck then grazed kisses between my shoulder blades then down, down. I gasped in anticipation.
“And now,” he said, “I’m going to make my room smell like sex.”
“Is that a promise?” I rasped.
“Hmm,” he hummed, but from the way he touched me, I knew it was. Chris smiled as he added, “I loved seeing you on your hands and knees for me.”
I took that for the cue that it was and rose into position. Getting fucked doggy style had nearly driven me out of my mind before. His thick cock had struck all the areas inside that drove me up the wall. I was more than ready for round two.
Chris, it seemed, had other ideas. He sat on his knees behind me, his big palms cupping my ass like he was testing them for ripeness.
“Very nice,” he purred.
I couldn’t help it. I arched my back, putting on a little show for him. “Why, thank you. I grew them myself.”
“That, I have no doubt.”
He leaned down, putting his lips on first one cheek and then the other. Well, that brought a whole new meaning to him kissing my ass.
Then I felt his hot heavy breath go down south, over my pussy.
“Spread your knees,” he said huskily, tapping my inner thighs. “Wider.”
Trembling in anticipation, I did as I was told. “What are you—oh!”
His hot, slick tongue probed against the entrance of my spread pussy. My hips twitched forward and backward, the first time out of surprise, the second out of pure want.
“Ohhh.” I clutched the bedsheets hard, sinking into the sensations. I’d never been tongue fucked like this before. He licked me again and again, taking his time tasting me and bringing me closer to the edge.
