I woke up, feeling the empty bed beside me. I stretched out my arms and legs, feeling the soreness between my legs.
Oh my... it was definitely not a dream.
Then I saw him seating on the other side of the room, with his sketchbook. Wearing nothing just his boxers. "Morning Brenton, what are you doing?" I smiled at him suddenly embarrassed, that I was still naked.
I tried to find my clothes, but he threw me his shirt instead.
Ok then...
He came to me, giving me a cup of coffee. "Thank you." I grinned, sit myself up, and drank it.
"Finished your coffee. I want my breakfast after this." He said, and then threw his sketchbook, and got under the cover. His hands started to wander to my legs, slowly inching to my s*x. I sipped my coffee, then set it aside to the bedside table.
"Need to
