13 - Sydney

Like every morning, I wake up on top of Axel, but this time, he's grinding into me. It's slow, agonizingly slow, like he can't stop himself, but need the relief as bad as I do.

When his tip hits my clit, I groan and dig my nails into his chest.

"Good morning, Little One," he grits out, as his hands grip my hips tighter.

"You were grinding that hot, wet pussy on me in your sleep, and I didn't know how much longer I was going to last," he says with a moan.

I let me hands slowly trail up his sides to his chest. This fascination with his chest, I can't explain. In the mornings, is really the only time I get to put my hands on his sculpted chest, so I take full advantage of it.

"I love waking up this way," I gasp, as he increases his thrusts.

His grip on me tightens, and in a blink of an eye, he flips me over and is on top of me. Well, this is different.

"Damn, that was way hot," I say without thinking.

He's always been so careful,