Late

Nickolas' POV

After a long busy night, the next morning, i wake up next to a warm body curled up next to me. Her hands lightly touching my hair, before i feel her trace the outline of my morning beard.

Her ever soft delicate fingers start to explore my body innocently and my arousal stirs, as if on command. I want her again. Even in my half asleep state, i want her so badly. I didn't take it easy on her last night, i expected her to be keeping some distance, but as always, she defies my expectations.

Her soft hands explore my stomach, stoping to lightly caress the hair below my navel, like she often likes to do now, but her hand stills, seeing how much her innocent exploration has affected me, she withdraws her hand, just like i expected her to.

Catching her hand midair i bring it back to my stomach.

"Don't! finish what you started" i say, my voice deep, and low with with rising desire.

She bites her lip nervously "I was just, i was just...... "