Chapter 85: The morning after

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My bedroom was still shadowed when I opened my eyes. I blinked, disoriented despite the familiarity of my bed. I lay there for several long moments, trying to find my way back to reality.

I'd had a vivid dream, I thought, one in which Noah had rocked my world to its core, making me come so hard I hadn't been able to stay awake after. It had felt so real that I could almost feel the wetness of my own arousal between my legs.

I stretched my legs, and my toes grazed over a long, hard and hairy leg . . . and I figured out several key bits of reality very quickly.

Noah was here, in my bed.

What I'd thought was a dream had actually happened last night. Noah had made me come, bringing me to orgasm with his mouth and fingers.

It had been fan-fucking-tastic.

And then afterwards, instead of returning the favor, I'd fallen asleep.

He must've carried me to bed, I decided. I was still naked, and that was a very sensual way to wake up. Also, I was supremely glad that he had stayed