Getting knotted had a bizarrely soporific effect on me, it turned out, because I fell asleep again before Drew had even pulled out. I dozed off smiling, knowing he'd stay inside me and take his pleasure as long as he wanted.
When I stirred again, still incredibly relaxed, I found Drew propped against the headboard next to me, laptop on his knees. He'd obviously been up and around for a while before coming back to bed. A steaming cup of coffee sat on the nightstand. He'd shaved, and he smelled like shampoo.
He glanced down, a half-smile on his lips and a look in his eyes I couldn't interpret. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said.
"You ready to get out of bed for a while?"
"You're back in bed too!" He grinned at me, and I stuck out my tongue. I rolled over onto my back, stretching my arms, which I had to remind myself to do now that it didn't actually give me any pleasure, and letting the blankets slide down to my waist, baring my chest.
