Her voice was a gentle whisper that tickled my ear as I drifted off to sleep, our bodies still intertwined. The scent of her hair, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely hers, filled my nostrils and lulled me into a deep slumber.
The sun had barely kissed the horizon when I awoke, my body still thrumming with the remnants of our passionate night. I was greeted by a sensation that was both familiar and surprising; my cock was as hard as it had ever been, despite the hours we had spent pleasuring each other. I lay there for a moment, savoring the feeling, unsure if it was a lingering effect from our lovemaking or a prelude to something new.
