When I woke up hours later, the sun pouring through the cracks in the blinds and casting streamers of sparkling dust motes in its wake, I had strong arms wrapped around me, a hard chest against my back…and an even harder cock nudging between my thighs.
Even though he'd come a lot the day before, and he'd knotted at least once. Had he fucked me early that morning after I went back to sleep? I tried to catalogue my sensations, but of course I didn't have much to go on. My ass and thighs felt damp and sticky.
Gross.
But Drew hadn't left me alone in the bed and gone out in the woods. I could only consider that an improvement, no matter how sticky I might be.
A few birds twittered outside the window and broke the near-complete silence. Under that, I heard Drew's breaths, slow and even. He hadn't moved, either. But I knew he was awake. He breathed differently while he slept, a little rougher.
"Drew?"
"Yeah?" His breath brushed my ear.
