What was briefly teasing and jovial between them took a sudden shift when a kiss on her neck lingered for too long. The smile on her face tempered and turned into an expression of contentment, of quiet adoration and awe, when she felt Cameron's already stiff cock pressed insistently into her thigh. Part of her had worried that he would wake in the morning and would regret what had transpired between them. To find that he didn't regret it, and still desired for more touched her heart more than it should've.<br/><br/>She was easily tempted-- especially knowing that they would have to restrain themselves until they were next alone. "Did you," Gwendolyn murmured quietly between them as the memory of their romp the night before flashed across her mind's eye. Their voices were still soft with sleep, her limbs still heavy. And yet... Gwendolyn's rosy nipple stiffened under his attentions and a pleasurable sigh sifted through her lips as her eyes drifted close. Indulging in physical intimacy in the early morning felt different-- pleasant and warm. "Now you are privy to the torture I went through myself-- always dreaming of you."