The first thing he feels when he wakes, is the soft fabric of Pam's silk pj top against his bare chest. She's warm, and close, legs tangled with his as he feels her hand lightly sweeping across his chest and down his arm, playing with the waist band of his sweats.

He feels a soft pair of lips at his adam's apple, along his jaw, and finally against his lips. "Good evening" she mumbles against his mouth. He's grinning, sliding his arm lower to grasp at the panties she put on at some point, the lace rough at his fingertips as he plays at her hip. He gives her a real kiss, deep and slow. Trying to memorize the feel of her tongue as it runs across his bottom lip.

Her hand is getting brave, dipping below his sweatpants to play with the new skin she finds there. Touching and feeling as she pleases, daring herself to dip a little lower. She's bold and brazen, fancy new Beesly she thinks. She never felt like this with Roy, so open and unashamed. She's the one who moans, all too ready to see what's hiding there, all to ready to make him feel the way she felt just hours earlier.

She's hardly touched him and yet he's hard and ready, she knows, she's close enough to feel him pressed against her stomach, wedged between their bodies and her wondering hand. She doesn't waste time, she wants to feel him, and makes quick work of his boxers and sweats underneath the covers.

His fingers come to tangle in her hair, to hold her there, relishing the feel of her hand as she uses her thumb to swipe at the pre-cum she finds there, uses it to feel him for the very first time. He can't help the jerk of his hips "Pam" he grits, his teeth clenched as he presses his forehead to hers. He's long, and thick, heavy in her palm, her mind a sheer puddle at the dirty thoughts running through her mind as she touches him. "Shhh" she whispers, using the same words he said to her this afternoon "just let me do this for you."

He finds his hand sliding back down, resting on the swell of her ass. He squeezes as she pumps him slowly, listening to his breath, memorizing every inch of his face. Her eyes glazed over with desire as she strokes him closer and closer to the edge. She knows, knows when he lets go, kissing him hard, swallowing her name as it leaves his lips and she feels him cum all over hand. And then she's kissing the tip of his nose, telling him she loves him as she disappears to take a shower. Not that he minds, the view of her silk top and lace panties as she walks away was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.