–Damon–
It must have been the longest sleep of my life. I actually felt rested—a rare blessing. My wife was snuggled beside me, breathing softly, her hand draped over my crotch… probably by accident, but my body didn't care for technicalities. The moment I felt her touch, I woke up with a painfully eager morning erection.
I sighed quietly, choosing instead to savor her loveliness. Gods above, even half-asleep she looked divine—my little empress of chaos wrapped in silk and moonlight. I took her hand gently, lifting it to my lips so I could kiss her wrist. She let out a soft moan and instinctively turned her back to me.
I wasted no time spooning her, fitting her body perfectly against mine—my favorite place to be.
"I'm trying very hard not to make love to you," I muttered against her ear, my voice already thick with want. "But I caught your hand over my manhood."
"I'm horny," she whispered—sin incarnate wrapped in innocence—as she guided my hand up to her breasts.
