I tried to wriggle free but she was hell bent on keeping me next to her so eventually I after a minute I quiet struggling and she hummed triumphantly....��I can see why guys like this position,” she whispered, “It’s comfy and warm, and…” I felt her hand slowly move down my chest, “It gives me control of when I want to play.”Grabbing her hand I turned to face her, my patience non existent now, “Stop Melissa! I have to get up early tomorrow, and you’re drunk.”“Tuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I’m horny,. But he was gone now.Oh well, I thought. It's actually better that he is gone. It means there won't be any awkward scenes while we try to figure out how to tell each other that last night didn't really mean anything to either one of us. It was just two lonely people reaching out to each other to fight off being alone for a few hours.Surprisingly, I don't even remember the sex. Since both my ass and my pussy are sore, the bastard had a good time, but I don't know whether or not I did. I do. ‘Beautiful, aren’t they?’ he murmured as I jumped in surprise. His voice was deep and smooth with an English accent and I turned to face him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. This is my favourite painting. We seem to share the same taste.’ I nodded in agreement as I smelt the faint tang of his aftershave, his presence next to me making my heart beat a little faster. ‘I love the colours,’ I replied, almost kicking myself for not being able to find anything more interesting to say.. Not really saying anything that was comprehensible, just sounds of love. I decided to maintain the same 'radio silence' and just show her how much I loved her by my actions, and not my words. I was getting quite close ... I could sense she wasn't as close as I, so I slowed down a little bit. I took my fingertips and slowly ran them over her belly, just a moment of tactile bliss. Thinking now that we were together, I 'brought in on home.'I started just moving myself in and out, not going deep.