Her golden hair was spread over his arms and chest and some had fallen across her face. He lifted a strand and smelled it. He closed his eyes. The lavender smell reminded him of… home. What was he doing? She was so soft and beautiful and adorable. Thinking about that made his erection grow to a painful level. For a moment he contemplated how her lips would feel if he kissed them. His eyes became heavy-lidded just thinking about them and how they resembled the rose petals in his garden at Draoidh. He shifted beneath her.
Anastasia suddenly stiffened against him. He thought that she had again moved in her sleep and he groaned as his cock jerked. But the girl stiffened against his body. Was she awake?
"Oh no!" Anastasia gasped and pushed her hands against him to get up. She didn't know what it was that was poking her so hard on her belly, giving off heat like a furnace. She cried out and then rolled beside him, mortified as hell. "S— sorry!" she blabbered.
