Don't Go Baking My Heart

Reba was too blissed out to know what the hell he was saying until he rolled them, placing her on top.

“Whoa, okay. Hi,” she said, blinking down at him.

He gripped her ass, urging her to keep moving. She obliged, adding some bounce so he would have a nice view of her tits in motion. His hands came up to grip them and squeeze. Success.

She twisted her hips, pulling a long moan from him, and before she knew it, she was coming. He wasn’t too far behind, his grip on her tightening as he surged up one more time. Reba fell forward, a smirk on her lips.

“Now I’m even sleepier.”

His hand stroking her hair surprised the hell out of her, but she didn’t move, just lay on top of him.

“I need to get rid of the condom.”

She rolled to her side, watching him through lowered lids. “Yeah, do that.”

She lay on her back, breathing in and out slowly. She should get her clothes on or something. Go pee and try to sleep. Unless Devon expected her to leave now. Yeah, she was going nowhere. She was too relaxed; her limbs felt extra heavy.

She could wait for Devon to return, suss out where his head was at, but nah. He would just have to deal with her in his guest room—she was going nowhere for now. Maybe a little rest, and they could have round two. Then she could try to go home.

She smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep.