Chapter 23: Sleepy Mornings

Amelia woke up right at sunrise to Kurt's warm tongue between her legs.

She moaned gently as she clasped the covers, warm and beyond comfortable in her getaway cabin. The smell of coffee downstairs in the kitchen swept throughout their romantic bedroom, and cascading sunlight across the tall snowy, forest trees peered past the window's blinds.

Kurt cupped Amelia's thighs, then made fast, sweeping circles with his tongue on her clitoris. He skimmed his fingers up past the belt of her robe, untied it, and played with her large breasts while he worked her with his tongue.

Amelia's life had become pure sexual heaven.

She rested her hands on the back of Kurt's head and forced him even closer to her, and he made soft sucking noises as he breathed on her, not stopping for a second and making his tongue twist even faster.

"Oh babe," Amelia panted, digging her fingers into his hair, "You're so good. Just like that!"

Amelia was waking up to round twelve.

Or was it thirteen?

Fourteen