“Temps de se réveiller, sweets.”
She refocused on his face in front of her. It took a moment to recall where she was through the haziness of her mind. Her limbs were slow to move as she tried to sit up on the bed.
“What happened?” She pushed her hair out of her eyes, her muscles trembling just from propping herself up. “I feel like I’ve been asleep for days.”
It took a moment for the fuzziness to fade and remember the events of the evening. They’d been playing, the intensity of the session lifting her to a place she hadn’t been before. The imprints of the rope on her thighs as she glanced down reminded her. An echo of the arousal she’d felt tightened her cunt.
She raised her eyes to his and found him watching her closely. Concern caused his wrinkles to crease his brow. Her body seemed acutely attuned to his in that moment. He’d unbuttoned his shirt at the collar, allowing a glimpse of the hair dusting his chest. His strong forearms flexed as he clenched his fists shut. Even with his obvious worry for her, there was no missing the tenting of his black slacks.
The press of his cock to his zipper turned the faint pulse of desire into a live wire in her body. Energy surged through her like a jolt and she sucked in a breath.
“You enjoyed the rope.” He paused and adjusted the bulge in his trouser. “Far more than I expected.”
She reached out to run her fingers along his zipper. “Can we…”
The darkening of his eyes stole what remained of her breath even as it sent a rush of arousal to her cunt. He pressed her hand full against him and drew in a ragged breath.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You should… You should rest.”
His strong demeanor crumpled as she slid his zipper down, freeing him from the confines of his pants. Holding his eyes, she leaned forward to tease the tip with her tongue.
“I’ll rest later. Too hungry to sleep.”