FOURTY NINE

FOURTY NINE

CATHERINA

I laid back on the bed, smiling as Andres arm remained wrapped around my waist with his eyes closed and a stubborn lock of his hair falling over his face. He looked so peaceful and beautiful without a care in the world as he slept and I was sure his look mirrored mine. Nothing could have prepared me for sex with this man and it was indescribable.

I sighed, burrowing further into his arms while he adjusted, drawing me closer muttering protest at my movement. I brushed the hair from his face, laughing at the little smile on his lips.

I could hardly sleep even though I was so sated and tired; I could not close my eyes. I wanted to contented watching him sleep like some innocent child, breathing slightly through his mouth. My body felt so alive, tingling with sensations and I could already feel how sore I was going to be soon but it was a good kind of sore.

I am ruined, I thought as I glanced at his face again.

My fingers traced the contour of his face and the line o