Game Over | 18+ ✓

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I was a fucking saint, alright.

I had never once not screw a woman who's in bed with me. This was something worth noting in The Guinness Book of World Records. Even my cock stayed calm and obedient all night despite being pressed up against her bare skin. Shit, was it fucking broken?

I guess having only slept two hours for the previous two nights, coupled with the fever, made me fall asleep in a matter of seconds after she lay next to me. She had allowed me to remove her damp clothing but was adamant about keeping her undergarments on. That helped too.

My hands never strayed anywhere else other than on her flat stomach. I fucking deserve an award for that.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Irina must've shifted to her side in her sleep. I flung my eyes open to see the back of her head, my body curving around hers from behind while our legs tangled with each other.

The sun was slowly rising, and I could see her much better with the natural light. I wasn't sure what time she needed to wake up, but I decided not to wake her yet. I could stay this way for a while.

Is this real life? 

I had the rain to thank for even getting her in this position with me. I had expected to hash it out with her over a drink or so, but this was so much better. She was in my arms, and I could simply get drunk over how intoxicating her scent smelled.

I wanted to touch her so fucking bad. It was torturous knowing her skin felt so smooth, so dewy under my rough hands, yet I couldn't have my way with her.

I had my face nestled in her hair, glad that hers was short so I didn't have to worry about accidentally lying on them.

As much as I tried to remain as still as I could with my body and hands, I couldn't fucking help it. My head dipped down her neck to her bare shoulders, sniffing her deeply like the pervert I was.

Shit, N, I cursed at myself inside. Now, you're about to wake up N. Jr.

Behave, I warned N. Jr. sternly. Not that it had ever worked before, no.

Then, she stirred.

Every fucking part of me froze on the spot except my betraying erection. I was fully naked, with my growing penis pressed against her lower back.

So help me, God, if she didn't wake up soon, or if I lost all my control, I was really going to screw it up.

I waited two seconds before very gently trying to create distance between our lower bodies. Though the sheets shielded two-thirds of us and I was hidden from what I knew was her perfect ass, my cock could just sense with its built-in sensor that a pussy was right there. I had no guarantees I wouldn't try to take advantage of her.

I had to move.

As I shifted my hips backward, the leg I had between hers shifted too. Maybe she won't sense it, or so I thought.

I felt her breathing change. Shit, is she awake? I stilled mine for a bit before forcing myself to even it out so that she couldn't tell just how fast my heart was racing. This had got to be the most damn stressful position ever.

I was proven right when she touched my arm momentarily. This is it. She was going to sneak out on me and I couldn't do anything except to let her. What else was I supposed to do? I would've made her skip a day at work if only she wasn't a doctor. Then if everything goes as I planned, I would order us a huge breakfast while we stayed in bed and talked our hearts out. I would make her tell me exactly why she held a grudge and I knew I wasn't gonna let her leave until we solved it. Even then, she wouldn't be leaving anyway. My dick would most likely be buried deep inside her and I would fuck her until it could persuade her to stay.