Our bedroom still smells like sweat and sex this morning. Woke up with his cum dried on my thighs, a perfect reminder of last night. He was so exhausted after the raid, but I couldn't help myself—pushed him onto the bed and took what I needed. There's something primal about riding his cock when he's half-asleep, watching his face twist with pleasure even when he's barely conscious. The way his hands automatically find my hips, how his cock stays hard inside me no matter how tired he is... it's the most intimate proof that he's truly mine. Going to let him sleep in today—he's earned it after how well he filled me up.