Evelyn
I couldn’t say how many days it’s been. All I know is that my wound is healed, and I got the sign off from Dr. Zorinski to be more active.
Alexander and I have certainly been taking advantage of that.
I wake up like I have been every morning: Alexander and I snuggling, one of us hard, the other wet. Yesterday, I woke up with my head on his chest, my hips rutting against his thigh. Today, I wake up to Alexander spooning me, his hard c**k pressing into my ass cheeks.
I let out a little, good morning moan. Alexander rocks against me.
He lifts his head to press his lips to my ear where he whispers, “My mate. My moonlight. My Luna.”
“If you’re trying to get me in the mood,” I say, turning in his arms to face him with a sleepy smile, “it’s working.”
We rub against each other, seeki
