The next morning, I woke with a groan. I opened my eyes to see Moose looking at me with a smile on his face. My arms and legs were tangled up in his.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," he chuckled. "You're cute as f**k when you sleep, you know that?"
I ignored his embarrassing compliment. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah. I don't sleep much," he said. He had a far-off look for a moment, then turned back to me and smiled.
He chuckled, then added, "Every time I moved or turned, you cuddled up closer to me."
I blushed and groaned in embarrassment. "Sorry."
"No, it was cute. I liked it. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Good."
"You're not... uh... sore?"
"Oh. No, I'm fine. I feel good, actually."
He ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass. He shifted and his hard c**k pressed into me. Oh god, he
