Alex's eyes opened to a ceiling washed in pink light, and for a few seconds he had no idea where he was.
Then the smell reached him, heavy and warm, sweat and sex soaked into the air of the room, and everything came back at once.
'I fell asleep.'
Trying to sit up and his body answered slowly, every muscle in his back and thighs loose, his hair plastered damp to his forehead, the sweat on his chest drying cool in the air.
The sheet beneath him was soaked through and twisted into a ruined knot, the chain lay slack on the mattress beside him, and his cock rested swollen and heavy between his thighs, still flushed dark, still faintly throbbing, wet and tacky from the sex.
A shadow drifted across his face.
"Hmm?" Liza hung in the air above him, her face a few inches from his.
Her pink eyes dropped down the length of his body, caught on the thick, swollen shape lying between his thighs, and snapped back up to the ceiling so fast she nearly spun.
