Chapter 11. Savoring

Nicholas

How much longer would he wait?

Earlier before they surrendered to sleep, he fingered her hot and tight pussy to satisfaction. He had caressed and kissed her until she had fallen asleep. Though he didn't cum with her, he was content. Only just.

Their first night ensconced comfortably on the downy softness of his bed, she laid almost on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets, her slender arm on his naked chest and he was extremely aware she was naked bar his shirt. Fuck! Too aware. His cock was pulsing for some time.

The light of dawn graced their outside world. He was usually up at this hour, and would render a few rounds at a nearby park riding his thoroughbred Black Arabian. And an hour or two at his private gym.

This morning, he was enjoying the feel of Sinclair in his arms. But he was not enjoying his erection. He mentally winced.

"Hmmm...Nicholas..." His Sinclair was blissfully dreaming of him. Good. He dreamt of her even if