17 Chapter 17

He took so long to reply, I was afraid I’d done wrong.

“Guess so,” he said. That was it.

As it was a warm night, we opened all the windows and slept without covers. Drifting toward sleep, I asked Glenn to do me a favor. “If you wake first, don’t get up and make breakfast alone. I want to wake upwithyou.”

“You got it.”

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He did wake me next morning—with sex. His hard cock behind me pulled from a dream as I lay spooned against him.

“Good morning,” I said.

He issued a low murmur as he pushed into me, and we lay for some time sharing a languid, near-fluid coupling. Never had the rise been so distant, yet so sure. I’ve no idea how long we went, but it seemed like hours before he grew urgent, flipped me onto my stomach, and drew my ass high, all without disconnecting. He rumbled a low growl with each thrust while I got a hand on my dick. As he picked up speed, I cried out and came into the sheets just as he unloaded. Once done, we fell back to sleep.

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