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It was Sunday morning. The cold winter sun shone through the slightly ajar curtains in James bedroom, tingling Selenes face. She scrunched her nose at the unwelcomed feeling, burying her head into James' chest. James chuckled at her reaction, his hand combing through her tangled hair.
„Wake up, sleepyhead. It's already 10 a.m" he whispered, pressing a kiss onto her head. His words made her jump up, turning to the side to grab her phone, checking for the time.
He was right.
She put her phone back onto the night stand as James pulled her back into his arms, tucking her back under the cozy duvet they have been sharing these past days.
„How in hell did I sleep this long? I usually wake up around 8, the latest" she mumbled, cuddling into his grip.
He smiled slightly „Well, I blame it on last nights events" he said, referring to the passion filled night they just spent together. And it was true, for someone like Selene, who did not have any sexual encounter in 4 years, it was exhausting.
She loved it though. She loved every part of it. Not just the pure lust he made her feel or the ecstasy she felt everytime a orgasm washed over her. It was the pure feeling of his skin on hers, his lips, his tongue. It was the feeling of his scruff all over her body, that left tingles all over it. It was the goosebumps she felt with his pure presence. It was the impossible size of his cock, leaving her excited for the pain and pleasure it made her feel. It even was the soreness between her legs, that kept her from walking straight.
It was perfect, yet it left her demolished.
She chuckled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips „I guess you are right" she agreed with him, feeling yet again the soreness the pleasure of last night provided her with for the day.
She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, in desperate need of something to drink, but before she could even think about leaving the comfort of his bed, his muscled arm pulled her back to him, as he now spooned her from behind.
His nose buried into the tangled mess of curls on her head as he whispered „Where do you think you are going?" his grip now tightening around her waist.
