Yawn.
A rather uneventful morning.
John woke up to find a girl cradling him- his face stuck to her chest- still sucking. 'What am I, a baby?' He chuckled, slowly moving away from the woman.
Both bare under the sheets.
A rather different taste- he liked it.
He didn't want to wake her up; so nice and slowly.
Last night was kind of rough. John had way too much pent-up feelings and he let it all out on the girl- and though the girl powered through- and though it was a fun night, perhaps it was too much. And perhaps the girl just bore through it all because she loved him?
Was this love?
John didn't know. But he also didn't know if this wasn't love, then what it was. For now though, he just didn't want her to wake up. he wanted her to sleep for a bit longer. To rest…
She still woke up though.
"Morning…" She yawned, trying to sit up, but kind of just crumbled against John's chest, falling asleep again.
