A weight on my chest

I swam up out of the dim mists of sleep, and felt a pleasant weight on my chest as I took a deep breath. I opened my eyes, and saw Astrid's head resting comfortably on my heart. A sense of contentment was radiating through my body as my mind reasserted itself.

Astrid was Mine.

The thought swam up from the depths of my mind, unbidden, but I knew it to be absolutely true. My left hand was on her ass and I could feel some sort of internal energy radiating from her. It rose and fell in time with my own, and I knew we were somehow connected. I felt a subtle pulse of pleasure throughout my body at the thought. My cock twitched slightly.

I breathed deeply again, and Astrid stirred. She rolled on to her back, my hand moving to her hip, and stretched. Her dainty feet and calves pointed into the air while her hands rose above her head. She arched her back, and I could see her pink nipples hard against the pattern of the wall. She moaned slightly, and turned her body to nestle in to mine.

"Hello, lover," I said.

She turned to look at me. She smiled for a moment, but as she continued to look me up and down, I felt her energy quicken and saw her smile fade.

"What... what happened to you? What happened to me? What... what..." She pushed herself up with one arm, and looked down over her body. She was breathing harder now, her chest rising and falling. She ran a hand down between her breasts, to her stomach. "I feel... I need..."

I took a breath and smelled her arousal beginning to grow.