Lena's Morning

Lena squirmed in her bed as a hazy Jack's figure leaned over her, at first holding himself up on his arms, away from her. Incoherent pleas came from her lips as she writhed on the bed, desperate for contact. Finally, he let go and pressed her into the mattress, the crisp hairs on his chest rubbing over her sensitive nipples. She reached down, attempting to grasp his hard cock in her delicate hand, but he growled and grabbed both her hands, linning them down on the mattress over her head.

He shifted both wrists into one of his hands, using the other to slim down her slender body to her bare pussy. He stroked the outer lips for a minute, torturing her as she twisted, trying to get him to put his fingers inside her. Just as he worked the tip of his index finger into the small hole, Lena awoke with a start.

"Whoa," she gasped, sitting up in her bed and slamming her hand over the alarm clock that had interrupted her erotic dream.