Morning comes slowly.
I wake to the quiet hum of the house and the faint gray light filtering through the curtains. For a moment I don't move. My body feels heavy, pleasantly tired in a way that makes me aware of every muscle.
Then memory comes rushing back like tornado.
The couch, Devan's hands, the way the world had disappeared around us. The feel of his cock that was now engraved on my pussy wall. My pussy clenches voluntarily.
My eyes fly open.
I sit up quickly, the blanket sliding from my shoulders as I look around the living room.
I am alone.
The soft throw blanket draped over me, was clearly placed there after I had fallen asleep. The room is tidy again, almost as if nothing had happened.
Almost.
My heartbeat quickens.
"Devan?" I call softly.
No answer.
The house is quiet.
I push myself up from the couch, running a hand through my hair as flashes from the night before replay in my mind.
