Elara
I woke up feeling tired. Last night was hard for me. I couldn't sleep knowing that he was right next to me. I craved him so badly that I wanted to touch myself, but he was there with me. His sharp air intake reminded me he was still wide awake, lying in only his boxers. His scent smelled so heavenly, driving me crazy.
I lay on my back, not ready to get out of bed. I turn and stare at him. His eyes are closed, and part of his hair has fallen on his face. I want to reach forward to move it, but I stop myself. My gaze falls on his delicious lips, and the desire to climb over him and f**k him senseless is very tempting. I need a cold shower. It will take away my s****l desire. I look at him one last time, and his eyes snap open. His eyes are dark and dangerous as they fall on my
