Janica's bedroom. Apart from the fact that she must have gotten up to turn off the light at some point, they hadn't moved for hours. Stil curled into his body, Janica's breathing was even, her back to his chest. Her ass was softly pressing against his groin, her breasts resting against his forearm. He didn't need time to react to her warm, naked body. He was already there, as hard and ready as if he hadn't already fucked her senseless. He couldn't have gotten more than three or four hours of sleep and yet he felt better than he did after a ful night's rest. Almost as if being with Janica had restored him in some elemental way. Shifting slightly in her sleep, her butt cheeks slid against his cock. His body wanted badly to take over, to shift her another inch so that he could experience al of that slick warmth again. He'd never wanted anything more than to take her again. She shifted again, almost right where he wanted her, but just as he was about to give in to his baser desires, just as he had only hours ago, he suddenly heard her voice in his head, as clearly as if she were speaking aloud.
