I heard the shower in the other room. Brian had left his warm spot behind, and I curled into it; his pillow still smelled like him.
I gripped my cock, a light touch, a thumb-swipe across the head, slick heat easing the friction between skin and skin. I took a deep breath of Brian, his shampoo and sweat, and sex.
I pumped my hips, my free hand gripping the edge of his pillow. I held my breath when I came, hot and wet into my own palm.
I felt the mattress dip, and his wet skin pressed against my back.