Sunday morning arrived too quickly.

I woke to Roman already moving inside me. He had lifted my thigh, entered me from behind, and was fucking me in slow, deep strokes while one hand cupped my breast and pinched the nipple in time with his hips. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the cum he had left in me overnight filled the quiet room. I came before I was fully awake, a trembling, helpless orgasm that left me gasping into the pillow. Roman followed soon after, grinding deep and flooding me again.

He stayed inside me for a long time, breathing against the back of my neck, thumb brushing...