She fell asleep on the third episode, mouth open, one hand on Cole’s chest.
He waited through the credits. Then he lifted her fingers off him like he was afraid of waking a child, stood, and looked down the hall.
My door was already unlocked.
I was on my back in the dark in the yellow dress, no panties, knees loose, listening to the house settle. He came in without a sound, shut the door until it almost latched, and put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet,” he breathed. “If she knocks, you are having a nightmare and I heard you from the hall.”
He pushed the dress to my waist. Two fingers found me wet because I had been wet since dinner. He opened his pants, spat in his palm, and stroked himself once. Then he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed into my cunt in one slow, deep slide that m
