Understanding

Sometime that night, Daisy awoke with heavy throbbing under her. She winced and looked around to find out what must have woken her up, but she found Brett sleeping peacefully beside her, his breathing deep and even, she relaxed with a sigh.

Then it hit her, she was aroused. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples pointed and tight. The throbbing she felt was from her clit which seemed drawn to the man beside her. Her core was aching and her cleft wet.

As she lay there in the moonlit darkness, she realized that her own body had woken her with it's demands. Pushing up onto her elbows, she looked at Brett. The sheet and comforter clung to his waist, leaving his sculpted chest and biceps bared. His right arm was tossed over his head, and his left arm lay between them on the blankets.

Even in such state of rest, he looked fierce and powerful. Daisy became painfully aware of the tension inside her, the sense that she was drawn to Brett even while he was asleep. She felt his invisible