Careful not to crush her more than I already am, I push up and find her… asleep.
Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes softly closed, and her breathing even. If it wasn’t for the light sheen of sweat on her skin, you’d never know what just happened.
Moving slowly, I climb off her and lay on my back next to her, my dick pointing straight to the ceiling.
I’ve heard the termlaugh or crybut I don’t think I’ve ever understood it more than I do right now.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
My fingers twitch to grip my length and bring myself the relief I need.
I turn my head to look at the sleeping woman next to me.
I can’t jerk off lying next to her.
But…
You’re an idiot.
Slowly, so I don’t shake the mattress I climb out of bed.
A pig.
I internally berate myself the whole way to the bathroom.
This is wrong. Bad. Probably gross.
But I’m not ready to leave and I can’t lay next to her like this. Not for one more second.
Shutting the bathroom door, the glow of the nightlight is just bright enough to see what I’m doing without being so bright that I have to look at myself in the mirror. Because the last thing I want to do is look at myself.
I palm my cock through my boxers. The material is damp, making me groan.
My little Maddie soaked through those skimpy shorts and now her slickness is coating my palm. And I’m done questioning my actions for the night.
I can’t hold back anymore. Maddie’s torn apart every boundary I’ve attempted to put between us and I’m done fighting it.
Closing my eyes, I let myself fall back into the vivid memory of moments ago.
Her moans.
I push my boxers down.
The heat of her pussy.
I grip my dick.
The way her rhythm fit mine.
I stroke.
Her hands trapped under mine.
I stroke faster.
The feel of her unrestrained tits.
I tighten my grip.