As she roused more fully she became aware of other, more subtle changes in her body. Tenderness between her thighs; a lingering tingle that seemed to envelop her whole being. She felt warm; her breasts swollen and sensitive. A lengthy moan escaped her after running her hands down her body and gently probing between her thighs. Oh God! It hadn’t been a dream. Her eyes bolted open when she realized the wetness between her legs was the end result of a passionate coupling with Brent. A deep heat raced throughout her body when it all came rushing back to her with startling clarity. How she’d responded to his caresses with shameless abandon. How she’d wanted his possession. She unwillingly recalled how eagerly she’d wanted to give him pleasure as well. How much she’d enjoyed his hands and mouth on her, while his cock pounded in and out of her. Yet instead of feeling shame for her weakness, thinking about it only aroused her all over again. Rolling to her side she came face to face with Brent, who was still asleep, his lips parted slightly as he breathed in shallow spurts.
