It’s late, late, laaate into the morning by the time the two of them manage to fall asleep exhausted and sweaty. Walters arms are wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her close. His face is tucked up against her collar bone and his breath tickles her skin but Sonia doesn’t mind at all when she wakes a few hours later. Insomnia never did let her sleep for very long.
Still, at least this gives her the opportunity to just enjoy the feeling of being held. Walter is so beautiful after all, from his well defined cheek bones to his eyes to his tattoos. Gosh she loves those tattoos.
Sonia remembers how Walter reacted when she traced them with her tongue and feels herself heat up a little at the memory. Walter rouses a bit as she pets his short hair, one of his hands sliding down to cup her ass, his lips move against her skin as he mumbles. “mornin.”
“Morning,” she says back and kisses the top of his head. The two of them lay there just wrapped around each other until Sonia feels him poking her in the thigh. Gently she shifts and presses against him.
Walter stirs against her, becoming harder at her touch and then finally leans up to kiss her. Happily she kisses him back, sleep making their movements slow and lazy. It’s more than enough to get her going though. And when Walter lifts her leg she is more than eager to wrap it around his waist. She holds on, arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pushes his thick fingers into her and muffles her moans with his mouth.
