I stripped quietly—shirt, pants, shoes—and climbed onto the mattress behind her.
I slid against her back, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me. My cock—already half-hard from the memories of last night—nestled against the cleft of her ass. My free hand cupped one heavy breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.
She stirred, murmuring sleepily without opening her eyes.
"Don't… I'm tired…"
I chuckled low against her ear, pinching the nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger—sharp enough to sting.
"Aaaaah!"
Lorena's eyes flew open, groggy and unfocused at first, then widening as she registered me. A deep blush flooded her cheeks and chest almost instantly.
Lorena's sleepy protest melted into a soft, needy whimper the moment my fingers found her nipple again—pinching harder this time, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger until it throbbed under my touch.
