I stroked Naomi's hair as she lay against my chest, our bodies still warm from round two. The late afternoon sun filtered through her blinds, casting golden stripes across her naked form. She looked fucking incredible—all smooth brown skin and soft curves, her pink and black striped hair spilled across my shoulder like some exotic dessert.
"Don't you want dinner?" I asked, my stomach making its presence known with a growl. We'd been at this for hours, and I hadn't eaten since our picnic.
She shook her head into my shoulder, her nose brushing against my collarbone.
"Water?"
Another head shake, this time with a little grumpy sound that made me laugh.
"What do you want then?"
Her arms tightened around my waist, squeezing me like I might disappear if she loosened her grip. The gesture was so unexpectedly possessive that it took me a second to understand what she was asking for.
"You want me to stay the night?" I asked, my voice softer than I meant it to be.
