“It was almost time to wake you up, and I was remembering the last time. I—”
He didn’t try to remove the hand I placed over his mouth.
“I understand. No need to explain anything further. Is it okay for me to move now?”
He nodded and slowly released my thigh. There was nowhere to go with my leg that didn’t spread the mess. It was everywhere. Between my thighs. On his belly. On the sheets.
“I think we need to strip the bed and wash the sheets before we leave.”
He grunted and got out of bed. Completely naked. I inwardly slapped my forehead. Of course he was naked, he’d just come against my leg.
Then he turned.
“Oh my no…”
It had felt huge against my legs, but that was nothing like actually seeing it. Tor’s cock, even semi-soft, was thicker than my wrist. I couldn’t imagine its size when hard. As if hearing my thoughts, it twitched. My gaze flew to his.
Whatever he saw on my face had him slowly shielding himself with his hand. His hand wasn’t big enough. The bulbous head of his cock dipped below his fingers.
Tor was a monster.
“No.”
I clamped my mouth shut when I heard my second denial.
“I’ll change the sheets,” he said, watching me closely. “You should shower.”
I bolted for the bathroom. Once safely inside, I pressed my back against the door and took several calming breaths. What was I doing? Tor was sweet. Nice. Good. And things kept happening that weren’t fair to him. I shouldn’t have slept in his bed. When I woke up in the middle of the night and realized he had joined me, I should have gotten up and gone downstairs. I wasn’t being fair to Tor. What happened was on me.
Even my panicked overreaction at the end.
But holy shit he was huge.
Nothing had prepared me for that. I looked down at my leg and the sheen drying there. So much sheen.
Exhaling, I pushed away from the door and stripped out of my clothes. Tor and I would need to talk. Again. I needed to set boundaries and make my expectations clear then ask him to share his expectations. Based on how he’d snuggled up to me, I felt pretty certain our expectations weren’t aligned, despite our conversation before going to bed.
Piling my hair on my head, I got in the shower and washed. It didn’t take me long. When I was done, I groaned at my lack of forethought and wrapped the towel around my torso.
“Tor?” I called.
“Yes, I am here.” There was movement on the other side of the door.
“Would you mind leaving the bedroom? I forgot my clothes.”
“I will wait downstairs.”
“Thank you.”
The bedroom door closed, and I peeked out of the bathroom to make sure I was alone before emerging. The bed was already remade with fresh sheets, and my heart gave a pained squeeze. That was my fault. He’d asked me not to move, and I had.
As soon as I was dressed, I went downstairs and found Tor in the kitchen. He was making oatmeal at the stove.
“Tor, I’m really sorry about this morning. I wasn’t fully awake when you told me not to move. I’ll sleep downstairs tonight so you can have your bed back.”
He glanced at me.
“I liked sharing the bed.”