Cloud must have slipped into her sleeping body with a deftness that left Sasha both amazed and incredibly turned on.
She opened her mouth to protest that she was still a bit dry, but Cloud quickly silenced her with a searing kiss. His tongue delved deep, tangling with hers as he began to move inside her in long, powerful strokes.
Sasha gasped against his lips, the delicious friction sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.
Cloud's hand slid up to grip the back of Sasha's head, holding her in place as he continued his sensual assault. The other hand gripped her hip possessively, angling it just right so that each thrust hit that perfect spot deep within.
Sasha whimpered into the kiss as Cloud filled and stretched her completely. Despite the initial discomfort from lack of foreplay, she could feel herself growing wetter by the second under his skilled ministrations. Her inner walls fluttered around him rhythmically as if beckoning him deeper still.
