The next morning, Trixie woke with a doozy of a headache. Apparently her embarrassingly little tantrum had taken more out of her than she had expected. She only vaguely remember what it had been about, but the buzzing in the back of her head suggested that Lamya was irritable with her again.
"Good morning," Emerick smiled as her eyes fluttered open. The room was still quite dark.
"Is it morning?" Trixie wondered with a yawn.
"Close enough," Emerick replied with a shrug. She shuddered as he kissed up her neck and pulled her closer to him. She both loved and hated the way he knew her body and how to get her to respond.
"Shouldn't we be getting up?" She gasped as his hands found their way acrossed her back, around her ribs, and up her torso to her exposed breasts.
