Her eyes flicker shut like she’s asleep, but one leg lifts just enough to let him in. Dark green tiles behind her head, breath hitching when he presses against her wet heat. ‘Don’t wake me,’ she whispers—but her hips roll anyway. Blanket rides up slow, exposing thighs slick with arousal before they’re both buried under fabric. He doesn’t hold back; every thrust sends a guttural groan vibrating through the cushions. Her nails dig into his shoulders like she’s trying to pull him closer or push him away—can’t decide which. Then that telltale sound: cum dripping down her inner thigh as he grunts into her neck hair.
