Olivia
I carefully lifted my head to check if he was awake. His eyes remained closed, and his breathing was deep and even. Thank God.
But then I felt a draft and glanced down. My t-shirt had ridden up during the night, bunched around my waist, leaving my breasts completely exposed against his chest. My n*****s had hardened to tight peaks, betraying my body's reaction.
Had he seen? Had he woken during the night to find me sprawled across him, t**s out, like some desperate groupie?
I slowly began to extricate myself, carefully lifting my leg off his. As I shifted, his c**k twitched against my thigh, and I bit my lip to suppress a gasp.
"Jesus, it's huge," I thought, immediately hating myself for the observation.
I managed to roll away, quickly tugging down the t-shirt. I turned my back
