In the morning I woke to a soft feeling and the scent of roses.
I blinked my sleepy eyes several times. My waking head understood what the dark view was.
I tried to ease my face a little out of the valley of her chest, but Erika was holding my head with both arms as if hugging it. I could not pull away.
The best way to wake up… but the stimulation was too strong.
Because she was sleeping, Erika's body heat was pleasantly warm, and that warmth seemed to make the rose scent thicker.
I must have fallen asleep with one arm still around her waist. I brought that hand to her tapered waist and stroked it gently.
I think it every time. Is it all right to have a chest this large and a waist this slim?
For a while I worried so much I even ate meals with her, but it was not that Erika ate little.
If anything I think she ate more than most women… hmm, a mystery.
