8/24/2016 - My eyes fluttered open and I realized my body was tangled in the cool bed sheets. I stretched my arms above my head and yawned a little. My right arm extended to the other side of the bed where I thought he still lay peacefully asleep. I was expecting to feel his enormous pectoral muscles gently rising up and down with every beautiful breath he took. My body was longingforanother round of intense sexwith him. My clit refused to stopthrobbing even though our last lovemaking session had ended withus loudlyorgasmingtogether, for the fourth time that evening, a mere3 hours ago. I was so spent that my eyes felt as though they were going to bulge out from their sockets and roll away on the thicklycarpeted floor of our hotel suite.

My throat felt scratchy. My jaws felt as though they had just physically lifted thousands of pounds of barbells. That is what happens when your sex partner has a dick the size of Moby. I am accustomedto it.

Much to my dismay, my hand landed on the sheet where he had slept. Gone! His pillow was tossed onto the floor beside the bed; the sheets rumpled. Our suite was completely quiet, except for the soft roaring of the air conditioner.

Dammit! Bliss would have to wait. I stayed drunk on him.

Irosefrom bed, wrappingthe sheets limplyaround me. Funny how I had not had a stitch of clothing on in 24 hours. I started towards the bathroom when I heard the lock on our suite door clickopen. He threw his baseball cap onto the living room couch, andhuffed blowing his silky, chestnut brown hair into the air.

"No, no...put it back on." I all but orderedwhile wagging my left index finger at him.

"Huh? My cap?Why?" He asked in that perky, southern drawl. He didn't wait for my answer. His black hat appeared on top of his head lickity split.

"No, backwards."

"Oooook." He said, performing the adjustment with an annoyed facial expression. "There!" He splayed both hands out in front of him in dramatic fashion.

"Sexy, sexy, sexy." I crooned as I sauntered towards him, dropping the sheets to the floor in my wake. He smiled crookedly as he remembered why I wanted his cap on his head thatcertain way.

"I know, I know. First time you saw me in the ring, this was how I wore this cap."

"Uh huh." I agreed,as I pulled the bottom of his tshirt out of his jeans andsnaked my handsup to those pectoral muscles I had so lusted for earlier; rolling his nipples between my fingers.

"Mmm, oh babe, can't. I got media in an hour. Ahhhhh, that's so good...stop." He whined. "God, this beautiful naked goddess...and I'm busy!"

"Doing what?" I asked kissing intothose pecsas I played with the hair protruding out from the back of that hat.

"Beatin'up John Cena!" He laughed and snorted.

"Oh, stop, you!" I sighed happily, rolling my eyes, andgently creating space between us.

I detested that space!