Sunday
I awake to see Chris silently studying me as he lays beside me, his head propped up by his right hand. “Good morning,” I smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” he smiles. “You?”
“Quite well, despite the fact that I’m having a little problem with leakage. You came quite a lot inside me last night, Chris.”
“I did,” he grins, sliding his left hand beneath the cover and beginning to stroke me. “That’s what you get for being so hot in bed.”
“So, did you have something