Last night was amazing but clearly you want more. I don’t even know what time it is but I can barely open my eyes; I doubt I even got more than a few hours of sleep.
You’re not a kind person. You know if you touch my waist and move your hands around to my midriff that I can’t resist you. I try, though. “I’m sleepy,” I grumble. Probably the worst excuse I could give because you don’t acknowledge what I said. In fact, it only seems to spur you on even more. Maybe I didn’t really say it and only dreamt I did. In any case, I can feel my shorts being tugged halfway down my waist and the very least I can do is make things difficult for you.
I groan and roll onto my stomach eventually, however. You always get your way. I keep my eyes closed and move my hands up to hug the pillow I’m laying my cheek against. I’m ashamed that you doing this is turning me on so much; feeling your weight as you straddle the back of my thighs and get in position is enough to get me wet again. My sex is still swollen and throbbing from the rutting you gave me before we went to sleep but I can’t help that I want to feel you deep inside me again.