The first thing I see when I wake up is a naked c**k. I blink and then squint at it. Yup, there is a big, fat, veined, semi-hard c**k inches from my face. I'd like to enjoy the view, but I decide I better make sure that it's actually attached to the man I'm supposed to be in bed with.
My eyes travel up his flat stomach, tracing the trail of hair and the chiseled muscles of his abdomen. I've only ever seen one man with a stomach like that. Thank goodness, the c**k and the stomach belong to the same man, the man I slept with last night. I roll onto my back and blink up at him, a sleepy smile hovering around my lips.
He looks serious, but he always looks serious so I don't take it personally. I reach out to touch him and he takes my hand in his, wrapping his big hand around mine until he's
