Something was strange, but Amelia couldn't pinpoint what. The space between her legs was sore, and her nose perceived something like pancake and coffee. She sniffed, inhaling the sweet aroma, but didn't dare to move as she felt weak.
Fuck!
Her stomach rambled and she turned without opening her eyes. Her hand moved to the left but there was no one there. She frowned. She remembered Mike was there all night, and if she couldn't move then he shouldn't be able to.
No one had told her she was going to be immobile for having sex.
She heard a chuckle before hearing his voice, "Are you searching for me, Wifey? Good morning, beautiful. I figured you would be hungry this morning."
