Joe woke to the familiar scent of rosewater and mint, his face buried in Abby’s hair, his body wrapped tightly around hers, her back pressed to his chest. She shifted slightly, and he tightened his arms, silently willing her not to move.
He was still sore, but it hardly mattered with her warm and solid against him. She had convinced him to take a pain pill halfway through the movie the night before, after noticing the way he grimaced no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He’d fallen asleep before the movie ended, but in the pale morning light, he didn’t regret it.
She shifted again, her ass pressing back against his morning wood.
He went fully hard instantly.
Joe gritted his teeth and rolled his hips, pressing himself against her, searching for relief. She moved again, a soft breath
