I woke up when I felt someone touch me. The touch was light, but I felt it, all the way to my toes.
Before I can register what was happening, I felt someone kiss me. It was fervent and hot.
But he had to remove his mouth.
"Mek?" I brought my hands to touch my swollen lips, my heart pounding miles a minute.
"What?" he whispered, his breath fanning my face in an erotic caress, before bending down and sealing my swollen lips in an earth-shattering kiss.
He kissed like a person who was starving, like a person whose life depends entirely on our kiss, I swear I felt the earthquake at the intensity of the scorching kiss.
Cupping my hard member, he added pressure to it, making me ache the more.
I shuddered in want as his hand slipped up and down my poor member.
Leaving my swollen lips, he trailed downwards, he kissed my neck, eliciting a giggle from me.
