Morning light spilled across the bed in slow, golden waves, caressing their bare skin like a lover's touch. Enid awakened gradually, her body heavy with the most exquisite languid ache—a deep, throbbing reminder of the night before.
She was curled perfectly into Toji's embrace, her back pressed flush against his broad chest, his strong arm wrapped possessively around her waist.
And there, buried deep in her ass, his cock—thick and warm, still half-hard from dreams and closeness—filled her with an intimate, pulsing fullness that made her breath catch in her throat.
Every subtle shift sent ripples of sensation through her: the velvet stretch of her most secret place, the slick remnants of lube and his release keeping him nestled so perfectly inside. She felt utterly claimed, deliciously owned, her body molded to his even in sleep.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as she clenched around him, the sensation blooming into liquid heat between her thighs.
Toji stirred behind her, a low, rumbling groan vibrating through his chest into her spine.
His arm tightened, pulling her impossibly closer, his hips flexing instinctively to sink just a fraction deeper.
The movement drew a gasp from her, her skin prickling with goosebumps as his lips found the sensitive curve of her neck, brushing feather-light kisses that tasted of salt and sleep.
"Mmm... morning, baby," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. His free hand drifted up, cupping her breast with reverent slowness, thumb circling her nipple until it pebbled under his touch. "Still got me inside you... feels like heaven."
Enid arched into him, her head falling back against his shoulder, exposing the column of her throat to his mouth. "Don't move yet," she breathed, her voice laced with needy wonder. "I just... want to feel you like this. So full. So yours."
He hummed in agreement, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin. His cock twitched inside her, thickening slowly with arousal, but he held still, letting the sensual intimacy build—the exquisite pressure, the way her body cradled him like silk.
Only when she whimpered again, her hips rocking back of their own accord, did he begin to move. With infinite gentleness, he eased out of her—slow, torturous inches that made her gasp at the drag, the sudden emptiness leaving her aching for more.
A warm trickle of his cum followed, sliding sensually down her thigh, and she shivered at the erotic reminder.
"Shh, I've got you," he whispered, his voice dripping with tenderness and desire. He rolled her slightly, keeping her close as he reached for the warm cloth, the soothing gel. His body never fully left hers—chest to back, legs entwined—as he tended to her with hands that worshiped every curve.
The cloth was heavenly, warm and soft as he parted her cheeks with loving care, cleaning her tenderly. His fingers lingered, tracing the sensitive rim of her stretched hole, soothing away any lingering soreness with touches that felt like caresses.
Enid sighed, melting into him, her body responding with fresh waves of heat—nipples tightening, pussy growing slick all over again.
"You're so beautiful here," he breathed against her ear, his fingers dipping lower to spread the cooling gel, massaging it in slow, hypnotic circles.
One finger slipped inside just enough to ease and tease, drawing a soft, breathy moan from her lips. "So open for me still... taking my touch like you were made for it."
Enid turned her face to his, capturing his mouth in a deep, languid kiss—tongues sliding slow and sensual, tasting the remnants of their passion.
His massage deepened, fingers working with exquisite patience, turning care into something erotically charged. She rocked against his hand, the ache transforming into a throbbing need that had her whispering his name like a prayer.
"Color?" he asked, voice rough with restrained desire, his free hand sliding down to cup her mound, fingers teasing her clit in feather-light strokes.
"Green... so green," she purred, grinding back against him. "Don't stop touching me."
He didn't. Minutes blurred into a haze of sensation—his fingers soothing and arousing, lips worshiping her neck, her shoulders, the curve of her breast.
He brought her to the edge and back with just his touch, drawing out soft gasps and shivers until she was trembling in his arms, utterly pliant.
When the tenderness finally ebbed into pure contentment, he pulled her fully into his embrace, legs tangled, bodies pressed skin-to-skin.
Water came next—slow sips from the bottle, his hand steady as he held it to her lips, watching her throat work with dark, appreciative eyes. Then chocolate, fed from his fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the sweetness from his skin, turning even that simple act into something intoxicating.
"You undo me," he confessed softly, tracing her lips with his thumb. "Waking up inside you... taking care of you like this... it's everything."
Enid nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent—musk and warmth and home. "I love how you make me feel cherished," she whispered, her hand sliding down his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath her palm. "Even when it's intense... especially then."
They drifted like that for hours—kisses lazy and deep, hands exploring with no urgency, just the sensual joy of reconnection. The sun climbed higher, bathing them in light, but they stayed wrapped in each other, savoring the afterglow that felt endless.
In Toji's arms, with his touch still lingering on her skin, Enid had never felt more desired, more adored, more sensually alive.
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Enid lay there, wrapped in the warm cocoon of Toji's arms, his chest rising and falling against her back in perfect rhythm with her own breath. The morning light felt like a caress on her skin, and the lingering fullness from the night before—now a soft, intimate ache—made her feel deliciously, irrevocably his.
God, how did I get here?
The thought drifted through her mind, lazy and warm, like honey.
Me. Enid Sinclair. The girl who used to blush at the mere idea of holding hands in public. The one who wore choo-choo train pajamas unironically and cried at sad dog commercials.
Now waking up with Toji's cock in my ass like it's the most natural thing in the world.
She smiled against the pillow, a secret little curve of her lips.
It should feel wrong. Dirty, maybe. Too much, too fast, too intense.
But it didn't.
It felt like home.
Like every nerve in her body had been waiting her whole life to be lit up like this. To be seen—really seen—and still wanted. Still cherished.
He stayed inside me all night.
The realization sent a fresh shiver through her, her toes curling under the sheets.
He could have pulled out. Rolled over. Gone to sleep like it was just another night. But he didn't. He held me close and kept me full of him, like he couldn't bear to be separated even in sleep.
Her chest tightened—not with fear, but with something deeper. Something that scared her a little, in the best way.
Love.
Real, terrifying, all-consuming love.
He sees the parts of me I used to hide—the needy parts, the submissive parts, the parts that want to be taken apart and put back together by someone who knows exactly how. And he doesn't just tolerate them.
He craves them. Worships them.
She shifted slightly, feeling the slick warmth between her thighs, the tender stretch that still pulsed with memory.
I let him in there. All the way. No walls. No pretending. And it didn't break me. It remade me.
A soft laugh bubbled in her throat, silent but real.
I used to think surrender meant losing yourself. But with him... it's the opposite. I've never felt more like me.
Toji's hand moved in his sleep, sliding lower to rest possessively over her lower belly, fingers splayed wide.
Like he was claiming the space where he'd been, where he belonged.
Enid closed her eyes, pressing back into him, letting the warmth of his body seep into hers.
I'm not afraid anymore.
Not of wanting too much.
Not of needing too much.
Not of being too soft, too open, too vulnerable.
Because he catches all of it. Holds it. Keeps it safe.
And in return?
She gives him everything.
Yeah, she thought, a quiet, fierce certainty settling in her bones.
I'm his.
Completely.
And I've never been happier.