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The split in the bed caught her right at the hip.
Ironic, that all the money in the world couldn't buy a comfortable sleeper sofa, even one that worked more like a trundle bed than a fold-out, even one with two thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. But she welcomed the discomfort, thinking this sort of thing should be uncomfortable.
Besides, it distracted her from feeling other things. She focused on the growing ache in her hip. It let her ignore the legs folded behind her own, the hair oddly soft against the vulnerable skin on the back of her thighs. The cock that still stood along the cleft of her ass wasn't soft though. She was careful not to move for fear of encouragement.
One arm under her neck was giving her a crick. That discomfort helped too, let her not think about the large hands that grasped her breasts. The arms wrapped around her body, his left hand holding her right breast and his right arm over her ribs, making them hurt, trapping her, holding her down, as his right hand squeezed her left breast in his sleep.
She didn't struggle, just stayed perfectly still, and matched her breathing to the hot air that whispered over her neck and shoulder. He snored a little. The weight of his head on the side of hers, the scratch of his beard left her tense, wanting to get out of the embrace, the bed, the building, the city.
She needed to be home. There was work to do there. Instead, she made herself relax, matched his breathing again and tried to rest. It would be a long trip home tonight.
The watch hung heavy on her wrist and the inscription, "with deep affection" seemed to burn against her skin. The gold of her wedding ring blinked molten and accusatory above it.
The ache in her hip would be unbearable soon. Then she would have to get up. But for now, it was all part of the work day.
Ironic, that all the money in the world couldn't buy a comfortable sleeper sofa, even one that worked more like a trundle bed than a fold-out, even one with two thousand thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. But she welcomed the discomfort, thinking this sort of thing should be uncomfortable.
Besides, it distracted her from feeling other things. She focused on the growing ache in her hip. It let her ignore the legs folded behind her own, the hair oddly soft against the vulnerable skin on the back of her thighs. The cock that still stood along the cleft of her ass wasn't soft though. She was careful not to move for fear of encouragement.
One arm under her neck was giving her a crick. That discomfort helped too, let her not think about the large hands that grasped her breasts. The arms wrapped around her body, his left hand holding her right breast and his right arm over her ribs, making them hurt, trapping her, holding her down, as his right hand squeezed her left breast in his sleep.
She didn't struggle, just stayed perfectly still, and matched her breathing to the hot air that whispered over her neck and shoulder. He snored a little. The weight of his head on the side of hers, the scratch of his beard left her tense, wanting to get out of the embrace, the bed, the building, the city.
She needed to be home. There was work to do there. Instead, she made herself relax, matched his breathing again and tried to rest. It would be a long trip home tonight.
The watch hung heavy on her wrist and the inscription, "with deep affection" seemed to burn against her skin. The gold of her wedding ring blinked molten and accusatory above it.
The ache in her hip would be unbearable soon. Then she would have to get up. But for now, it was all part of the work day.