I woke up the next morning to the feel of Lucian's fingers in between my thighs, caressing my clitoris with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan reverberated in my throat, causing my head to fall back into the crook of his neck.
My night dress had ridden up during the course of the night, baring the milky white skin of my thighs.
"You feel so good," Lucian groaned against my cheek, his fingers making quick work of my body.
My breaths grew shallow, my limbs trembling as my orgasm built and finally found its release.
"Oh God," I exhaled. "That was-"
I twisted my neck to face him and he captured my lips in a ferocious kiss. It was deep and sensuous, like every inch of him. I kissed him back with a fervour, wrapping my legs around his waist and accepting the entrance of his cock.
We made love slowly, kissing and licking and basking in the bliss of not knowing what the day held in store for us.
