The rays of the morning sun streamed in through the windows and as Zane moved, his morning wood brushed against warm skin. He yawned and opened his eyes. A lithe body lay beside him, all taunt muscle and pale skin that were littered with various red dots. Did he do that?
The memories of last night came rushing back to him, from the way Phoenix's body had fit perfectly against him to the tight heat of his ass and to how he continued to sleep even while Zane carried him to the bathroom to clean him up.
His thoughts drifted again and settled on the lovemaking making Zane to shudder. It made his blood rush south and pool in his groin. It had been perfect, utterly perfect. He could still vividly picture how Phoenix had looked at him and how much it felt when his body had writhe beneath him. The moans and the light gasps he made while lost in the throes of pleasure echoed in his mind and Zane shivered a little.
