Sliced Trees and Dead Words

34 - Debaucherous living room antics.

- LUNA -

I don't remember falling asleep to have been aware that I even needed to wake at all when my alarm started sounding at its usual seven o'clock.

I mustn't have been asleep for long because I certainly knew that I was still somehow miraculously awake at four in the morning when Wolfe left my bed to go let Medusa out to pee, the poor girl and maybe a few of my early rising neighbours copping the viewing of a lifetime when he walked out there butt naked and gorgeous, his toned ass and muscular back flexing with his exhausted movements.

He had climbed back into bed a couple minutes later, not at all modest about being completely on display as he did, and my roaming eyes caused him to grow hard all over again, which led to him making love to me for the fourth time tonight, before finally passing out with all energy stocks depleted beyond repair.

When I'd fallen asleep, it was on the opposite side of the bed to where my phone lay on the wooden bedside table, and the vibration and sound on the wood was causing Wolfe to stir beside me, so I reached over him to turn it off. Wolfe, being awake enough to realise I was still naked and leaning over him, with gravity aiding my breasts in grazing against his chest, wrapped his arms around my torso and dragged my body down onto him.

"You had better not be thinking of leaving this bed, Luna," he groaned, eyes still closed shut but wandering hands doing a good enough job of forming a clear visual picture in his mind. He tightened his grip around my body and buried his face into my chest, his beard scratching the sensitive skin of my breasts as he lay gentle kisses everywhere he could reach by the turn of his head.

I giggled as I tried to wiggle myself free, winning my release only with the promise that I would be back soon after my daily yoga routine. He made some lewd comment about having my hippy ways to thank for the surprise flexibility he discovered in me last night and earlier this morning, and how handy it was for getting me in just the right position to make him come instantly. He also started claiming he would wake up to come watch me when I jokingly said I was going to be working out in nothing but his t-shirt, but his body had been so drained of energy from the amount of sex we'd had and conversation we'd spoken all night, that the gorgeous thing fell back asleep by the time I'd returned from peeing in the bathroom.

I pulled his shirt over my head, grateful that for the first time ever that I could do so comfortably with a little extra moving room, rather than the skintight, breast-smooshing or simply too small shirts other men I've slept with have worn. Dalen's 'I heart Byron' shirt was the only other one I could get over my boobs and hips, and that was because the last size they had remaining that day he bought it was an extra large, and he had worn it so much that it stretched to being threadbare which had added another size or two to it. Wolfe, unlike Dalen's very slim, borderline-anorexic build, actually filled out his extra, extra large shirt because he was just so well built.

I walked out into the living area where I usually set myself up to do my yoga routine before work, rolled out my yoga mat alongside a sleeping Medusa and proceeded my way through downward-facing dog, warrior, tree, dancer, and various headstand poses until my focus was interrupted by two thick and muscular legs standing immovable in front of me.

"Had I known that yoga could look like this," Wolfe said from above me, and though I couldn't see his face from the position where I was, I could hear the smirk in it from finding me out here in my current state, "I'd have gotten out of bed the very second you did." I chuckled, which, when you're upside down with your legs splayed wide apart in nothing but your cheeky boyleg underwear and an oversized t-shirt, makes you lose your focus and everything that gravity doesn't keep firmly upright to jiggle in a very non-sexy kind of way.