Eleven thirty-eight in the morning. That was the time I saw on the small digital clock sitting askew on the antique wood and gold nightstand. The room was still somewhat dark due to the thick champagne embroidered velvet curtains, but there were some rays of sun peeking in through the small openings, affording me some light to get a bearing on my surroundings.
The three of us were spread out over the king size bed. Pillows and blankets were both thrown haphazardly along with all of our clothes around the room in various messy piles, the only thing covering our naked bodies was the lone cream silk sheet left on the bed and our various limbs.
After my mind finally began to wake up, I found myself on my stomach in between both of them with one of his hands laying warmly on the middle of my back, the sound of light breathing tickling my ear. I smiled as I turned to my side, my body twinging at the slight soreness and my smile turned into a large grin at the tiny reminder my mind conjured up for me of our wild and crazy sex-filled evening; her beautiful moans as she came just from my tongue fluttering over her delicious pussy.