Anisa Pavlova

Someone Love Me Anisa Pavlova

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Luke got up slowly, staring at his bed. He didn't believe in fairy tales, yet she was there, the Sleeping Beauty wrapped in blankets and snoring softly. Charlie was on his side, everything except his head hidden under the duvet, his nose turned towards the opening. Her mouth curved into a smile. It was crazy to crawl under the covers with her. He would probably survive the night sleeping better in a snowdrift in the buff. His attraction to her was at the limit of what he had to do and what he wanted to do. For the hundredth time that night, he scolded himself for not stopping to think about where she should sleep when he invited Swanson to stay. Luke knew anyway that he was going to pay the price. He didn't want to feel anything for Charlie, but she had managed to get under her skin without even half trying. They were two tormented souls reaching out and Charlie provided an easy way out of the dark void he had built around him. And she reminded him that he was a man of flesh and blood and that he wanted him. He had waited as long as he could before apologizing and going to bed, not because he wanted to give Charlie enough time to fall asleep. Luke knew it was going to be a long night, also realized that he couldn't put off the inevitable. A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached the edge of the covers and pulled them back. Charlie stirred slightly and moaned when the cold hit his warm body, blindly stretching the comforter in Luke's hand. He quickly slid over to her and brought the blankets with him, clenching his teeth in agony when Charlie buried himself like a lazy cat seeking body heat. Alarm bells went off when she slipped her fanny into the hollow of her body. He groaned softly and counted to ten, then to twenty before deciding that he could count to a million and that would make no difference. He curses his stupidity for even thinking that he could lie next to Charlie and keep control. It didn't take long for her body to react. An eternity passed as he lay there barely breathing, listening to his soft breath. His nose was in his hair and nothing could stop him from breathing deeply. Its delicate fragrance sent its senses into the overdrive.
Everything about her captivated him and made him want her. Why was she not snoring loudly? Why didn't she look like an old witch when she slept? He closed his eyes and relaxed as much as he could with a tempting woman huddled against him.
His cock was as hard as a steel rod, but Charlie's steady breathing convinced Luke that she was sleeping soundly and ignored her condition. However, the next moment, he cursed the devil. She was sleeping, but her body seemed very aware of her presence pressed against him in the right places. A silent invitation that encouraged his excitement to grow to unbearable degrees. Before thinking of the wisdom of what he was doing, he threw himself against her. She pushed back. He moaned softly and clenched his teeth. Luke realized he was getting weak. A man couldn't take that much. And he was a hungry man. A soft moan escaped him; his body shivered at the sound of his hunger. Hell, he was painfully aware that all he had to do to slip into the warmth of his body was to push his dress back. The way Charlie pushed her buttocks against her was proof enough that she was as horny as he was, even if she was unconscious.