He backed up the pressure on the back of his knees telling him he'd reach the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going to skip the run in the morning." What good was a run after sex, anyway? She was still a commanding presence standing there. "One missed day won't hurt me."
He watched her as she moved him today in her knickers. He sat down, his legs straddling her. He could feel himself pushing against the thin fabric of his brief, unable to hide it anymore. The anticipation was killing him. She was so close to him. "Should I lean back?"