Morning Cravings
Pregnant, restless, and way too horny for breakfast.
Gold light seeped through my closed eyes. Too soft to wake me, but warm enough to trick me into reaching for him, his chest, weight, the heat of his skin. I burrowed deeper into the pillow, clutching it close until my thighs cinched tight around the shape, pretending it was solid, steady, his. My hips gave a lazy roll, a half-yawn dragging into a half-moan, pressure sparking low where need had simmered all night. Then I f...