Some hours later, Erik felt himself slowly coming back to consciousness. Before he opened his eyes, he felt a weight on his chest and soft skin enveloping his surprisingly hard member. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as he realised what was happening.
He slowly opened his eyes to meet the brightly smiling face of Emma looking up at him from the top of his chest. Short as she was, she was scooted down far enough for her thighs to wrap themselves around his cock and slowly rub it up and down. This meant her face was at least a few inches away from Erik's, still.
"Good morning, Master," she chirped mischievously, knowing what she was doing.
"Good morning, Emma," he smirked, wrapping his arms around her body and entwining his fingers on top of her lower back. "I guess I still can't wake up earlier than you, even after the week you had."
The fact that she appeared chipper as ever surprised Erik a little, but it was also perfectly in line with what he'd come to expect of her.
