Chapter Sixty-six

Her skin felt lush against his body, heating him up in the most pleasant places. He felt clean, a total contrast to how he'd been a few minutes earlier, all thanks to her.

She rubbed his head, luring him into a much desired sleep, drawing him closer to her bosom. Her hand slid lower and and lower until it somehow slipped into his shorts. The sleep immediately cleared from his eyes. This was a million times better than sleep. She helped him slip his own hand into her nightdress and he cupped her breast.

Her breasts used to be bigger…

How drunk was he?

She lay atop him, slightly lifting up her gown and taking down his shorts. He obliged her, inasmuch as he thought everything strange. They never went this straight into it. There was always a lot of foreplay. This didn't even feel that good. He felt himself relaxing, wanting to stop her for a moment, suddenly not feeling in the mood anymore.

"What's wrong?" She asked, but the voice was not Anne's. His eyes popped open, but he still c