You Belong To Me

Chapter Sheets

'I often feel slept on, even taken advantage of..'
the sheets

When she woke up she felt immediately dehydrated and worn out. Her throat felt dry and her tongue was stuck to the top of her mouth. Ali felt exhausted and achy as though even if she did go back to sleep she wouldn't attain the rest required to not feel so forlorn and out of sorts.

She was aware, however, that she wasn't achingly unsatisfied with the remnants of a dream. There was no steady thump in her groin to think of Trey in a dream she'd had in the night. Ali was acutely aware, and feeling better by the moment because of it, that she hadn't worked herself into a frenzy in the night with thoughts of him.

Ali unhurriedly registered some weight on her hip. And then some more weight on the top of her head. And a slow steady waft of air on her ear and nose. She could hear a steady thump of a heartbeat underneath her head.

Her hand stretched over the wide expansion of his chest and Ali did not have to open her eyes to know that she was lying on Trey's chest. She could feel his hand languidly on her hip. She didn't have to open her eyes to see that his chin was resting atop her head and she was pressed flush against his side. Ali could tell that the two of them were completely naked.

Her memory wasn't in faded snatches of movements. It didn't flash quickly before her closed eyes before she had a blessed moment to actually recall. Instead she recalled everything in perfect chronological order in a very organized and orderly manner.

She'd pinched her achy nipples in front of him. Ali had divulged her first name.

She'd kissed him hungrily and fed off his mouth and the feeling he worked up inside her.

She scratched him and herself. Ali had bit him.

She rode his face and slept naked in his arms.

Ali remained perfectly still while she waited to see how she felt about her horny manipulation of him the night before. She'd squirmed and withered and shook for him. There was no denying that she had had a wonderful time or that she could even fix her mouth to become accusing and blaming.

She wasn't upset. Just embarrassed. Embarrassed that she allowed him to see her like that. Embarrassed at the things she had begged for and the manner in which she had jirated and wiggled for him. The things she said were etched into her mind. The things he'd done to her. Ali wasn't sure how she felt about it all. She couldn't be upset. She didn't want to be angry. The feeling wasn't there. Instead she felt relaxed and as though something that had been nagging at her and biting her was finally done. She felt... accomplished if that made any sense.

She definitely felt adored and wanted. Ali felt enticing and sweet. And tempting and smooth. He had wanted her. He had bit her back in an effort to exact some sort of force on her as well.

As if he heard her thinking of him Trey groaned and came to life. Ali remained motionless and felt him sigh and stretch underneath her head. The weight of his chin left her head briefly. His arm tightened around her and Ali willed herself not to shiver at the feel of his naked skin brushing hers.

"How long you been up?" he asked and Ali had a mind to act as though she wasn't but she didn't want to do. Their intimacy the night before wouldn't allow her to. She felt especially different that morning. Different towards him. Different about the fact that they shared a bed. Different about him changing her position in his home. She felt almost equal. Deserving. Her arm wrapped around him and hugged his torso harder to her. He moaned in agreement and held her harder to him too.

"Not long."

"Did you sleep good?" There was a rasp in his voice associated with sleeping very deeply and contently. Ali liked it. She opened her own eyes and noticed that the sun was up between a slit in the long curtains. The fire was long since burned out and the embers weren't orange with the flames of fire long passed.