I awaken to see the edge of the bed. Facing away from him, lying comfortably on my side, still dressed. I do not let my breathing change.
I hear him also trying to control his breathing behind my neck, but he is unable to hide it, his rhythm is too fast to be asleep. Pressed against me, through the sheer fabric of my pants, is the hardness of his erection.
With the subtlest of movements he is pressing it between my cheeks, small thrusts teasing the swollen head. I can feel his heartbeat thudding against me, and with that, my own heart starts to pound, the blood rushing around my body, finding its way to my cunt.
I start to imagine what he wants to do. Wake me up and pull me on top so I can surrender to him? Whisper that he wants to have me before I leave while he peels aside my pants and enters me? I ponder it for a second as I grow hotter and my head feels light.
