I’m resting on Julian’s chest when the sun shines through the window. I bury my face against his side and inhale his pleasant male scent. His smell from last night still lingers on his body.
Julian is truly mine now.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He rolls to the side and faces me. “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”
“A little. But I like it sore.” It’s as if his manhood is still impaled on me. We had s*x until after three, and I apparently had countless orgasms. I loved every moment.
He kisses my forehead as he embraces me. “Stay like this a little longer.”
“I have school at nine. And you have one at ten.”
“Then stay with me again tonight.”
“I can’t. I need to write new music for the competition. That, as far as I remember, was your idea.”
“Then do it here. I’ll help you.”
“No way.”
