Laura woke to sunlight streaming through the window of Dante's cave like bedroom. His arm was heavy across her waist, his body warm against her back. She smiled, feeling his hardened d**k pressing against her.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep as he nuzzled her neck.
"Morning," Laura replied, pressing back against him. His hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb circling her n****e until it hardened.
"I could get used to this," Dante growled, his other hand slipping between her thighs. Laura gasped as his fingers found her already wet p***y.
"So wet for me already," he said, sliding two fingers inside her. "Such a needy girl."
Laura moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Only for you."
Dante's teeth grazed her shoulder as his fingers worked deeper. "Tell me what you want."
