She needs a cuddle

"This was a lot of fun, but you should leave now," you tell Grace. "Now don't pout, sweetheart. We don't want to take any chances of someone finding you here. If my roommate came home early or something. We have to be very careful."

"I know," she says, snuggling against you and wrapping her leg over your hip. "I just want to stay a little longer and cuddle. I can't get enough of you." Her breath is warm against your cheek and you kiss her again, loving the soft warmth of her mouth.

"Ok, just a little longer," you say and see her face glow with a happy smile as she hugs you tighter.

"Just a little longer," she agrees with a satisfied murmur, burrowing her head against your neck as she cuddles you.

She feels great. Her slender body wrapped in yours, the scent of her hair mingled with the aroma of fucking, the warmth of her breath on your skin, are so soothing that you find your mind drifting into the past.

You've been married three times, the first, to a high school sweetheart, ending reasonably amicably just as you finished college. You met your second wife while still married to the first. Classmates in college you were nothing more than friends until your divorce, only becoming lovers a few months later. When she died..... You turn your mind away from that bitter memory, and stroke the sweet teen body in your arms.

You're third wife was another teacher, one you met and married on the rebound. Initially supportive and generous of spirit, she became cold and unreachable as your depression deepened and you're drinking became a way of life. You suppress a wince at the memory of the cruelty of her words during the arguments during the decline of your marriage.

You **** those thoughts away too, sighing as you take comfort in the warmth of Grace's body and the drained and satisfied feeling of your cock.

Savour this moment, you tell yourself, as you unwittingly drift into sleep.