She sighed softly, squirming into a more comfortable position that pushed her closer against me. I curled around her, nuzzling my face against the back of her neck. She moved with me, her body shifting to twine with mine. She stretched her legs, her butt moving back to press right against me. My cock predictably twitched, swelling as she moved and slowly blinked her eyes.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky with sleep. She sounded so sexy like that.

Kissing her neck, I moved slowly along her skin. She made little sounds, soft whimpers and gentle sighs, her body utterly limp as I turned her onto her back and slid under the covers.

I moved between her thighs and slid her panties down, tossing them out from under the blankets. She giggled sleepily as they flew across the room, then gasped when I trailed kisses up her thigh.

I loved the smell of her, the warmth, the softness of her skin as I closed my mouth over her. Her thighs tensed, squeezing around my head as I sucked on her clit. I took my time, savoring her, stroking my tongue over every fold. My cock was achingly hard, and I knew she was sore, but I also knew she liked the pain.

“Ah, Manson…” She fisted the sheets and shuddered as I focused on her clit. I pressed two fingers inside her, humming in appreciation when she cried out. I curled my fingers, her muscles contracting around me, throbbing as her sounds grew more desperate.

When she came, it was with a groan that made my entire body tingle. I lifted my head from her, pushing back the covers to kneel over her.

Her pupils were swollen, her eyes half-lidded. I reached down and grasped her beautiful face in my hands, relishing how pliant she felt. I was used to her fighting back, passionately resisting, relishing being overcome. But having her like this — soft and submissive, quiet and accepting — was an instant head rush.

“Are you sore?” I said, leaning over her to bring my mouth temptingly close. Her lips were parted, and I couldn’t help myself — I stroked my fingers over her lower lip, then pressed two fingers into her mouth. She opened for me, lips and tongue so tender as I explored her.

When I withdrew my fingers and rubbed her clit, her back arched up off the mattress.

“I’m sore,” she gasped. “But I don’t care.” She grasped my hips, tugging at the elastic band on my underwear. “Fuck me. Please.”

Those words stunned me into silence for a moment. Goddamn it all, I was done for. If she tried to ghost again, I was certain I’d become one myself. I hurriedly tugged my briefs off, discarding them on the floor and crawling closer to her mouth.