I Will Always Come Home to You (Ally and Stevie)

10. The Morning After (Ally said)

I woke up with Stevie's head resting on my left arm and my other arm embracing her body. I could smell her hair—of sweat and alcohol from last night, of summer and sunshine from her perfume, of passion and intensity from our love making. She was still asleep and I did not want to wake her. I traced my own handwriting on her back, carving my silly confession over again.

As soon as we entered her house last night, we let loose of our little secret, moaning as loud as her walls permitted. We tore each other's clothing—every last piece that covered our bodies. I could not help but smile as I recalled how I touched and kissed her wherever she wanted, wherever she commanded. There was nothing more pleasurable than hearing Stevie whimper and feeling her nails scratching my back as she came.

I still had that tingly sensation down there. Stevie returned the favour starting from my neck, working her way down—electrifying every nerve ending of my body. She had that signature hair pull, aggressive and persuasive. Her hand was magical—filling me in and out, caressing my sweet spots... It was an exquisite torture. Then I climaxed.

'This may happen again,' I convinced myself just to stop rerunning every detail of it in my mind. I kissed the back of her neck and carefully pulled my arm. I got up from bed and decided to make her breakfast.