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“Come for me,” I cried as he slammed into me, and a moan rose deep from within his chest. His hands moved to my hips and pulled them hard with each thrust. Our bodies slapped together as his hands filled with my ass cheeks, pulling them up to get a better angle. His groans got louder, more intense, and just as the wave of a powerful orgasm washed over me, he exploded, coming deep inside me as he cried out in pleasure. Folding down over me, he clutched me in place, hands kneading my breasts as he pulled me deeper over his cock. My pussy milked him until he was empty, and we tumbled sideways onto the pillows, the sheets and blankets curled around us.18NickNot waking up in my own bed always threw me off. Even when I was on vacation, being in a different bed meant I rarely got good sleep and often woke up feeling groggy and a little out of sorts.
That morning I definitely didn’t wake up in my own bed. I didn’t wake up in a bed at all. I was sprawled out on a fluffy rug spread across a hardwood floor and feeling disoriented. The space under an elevated bed and the feet of a dresser on the other side of the room wasn’t something I was expecting to see first thing when I opened my eyes in the morning.
In the first few seconds of grogginess, I couldn’t really remember how I ended up there. But when it all sank back in, I was far from feeling out of sorts. I wasn’t totally sure what the opposite of that was, but if in sorts was it, I was in all the sorts.
Not only was I on the floor of Bryn’s bedroom naked with only part of a sheet draped across me from where it hung down from the bed, but I got there after she and I tumbled down during another round in the middle of the night. She wasn’t lying there beside me, so I could only assume she had gotten up some time after I drifted off to sleep.
Wriggling over to the side, I pulled the sheet down to wrap around me and sat up. I could see the top of the bed now and Bryn lying flat across it. She was on her belly, her adorable round ass sticking up in the cool air of the room. Her head was near the edge of the bed, her arms propping it up like a makeshift pillow. All the memories of the night before went rushing through my head.
It was enough to make me want to wake her up. But I didn’t get the chance. Before I could even reach for her, Bryn lifted her head and turned it so her chin rested on her arm. Her hair fell sideways over her head and tumbled down the side of her face to pool on the mattress in front of her. She blinked her heavy-lidded eyes at me a couple times, then giggled.
She buried her face in her arm, then looked at me again. I was expecting her to scramble off the bed and run out of sight, or to tell me to leave. Instead, she blinked at me again and bit her bottom lip.
Dropping the sheet onto the floor, I scrambled up onto the bed and flipped her over onto her back. She grinned and wrapped her arms around my neck as I came down on top of her for a kiss.
That round nearly turned into two, but finally we realized we were drained and hungry. Reluctantly dragging ourselves out of the bedroom, we went to the kitchen to forage for food. I barely even realized as I sat there watching her move around finding food to make for us that I’d plopped down on one of the breakfast nook chairs in nothing but boxers. I felt oddly comfortable with her.
I couldn’t tell what she was up to, and I was surprised when she reached in the freezer and pulled out a giant zipper-top storage bag.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She looked at the bags and at me, giving a sheepish smile. “Cinnamon rolls. I make them in huge batches and stash them in the fridge for whenever I might need them.”
“Do you frequently experience cinnamon roll emergencies?” I asked.
“When I was a little girl, my mother dedicated herself to teaching me all the finer points of being a proper hostess. Some of them stuck, such as your home should always smell good, and you should always have something delicious on hand for company,” she said.
“I guess I count as company,” I said.
She laughed and leaned down to pull a baking tray out of a cabinet. “You definitely kept me company last night. It was exactly what I needed.”
