Ezra
I opened my eyes to the warm rays of the sun filtering through the curtains. But the rays of the sun weren't the only thing I noticed. I was completely wrapped in Allen's arms, our legs were intertwined and his hands were hooked around my waist. His skin felt soft against mine, and I could smell his morning arousal already.
For a moment, I just lay there, taking in the beauty of his face. His hair was messy, and it took everything in me not to drag my fingers through it.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said, his voice low and a little raspy.
"Good morning, Prince Charming. How was your night?"
Allen chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Quite eventful. In fact, it ranks in the top five best nights of my life and I'm only being modest." His hand stroked my back slowly, and he used his fingers to trace invisible patterns on my skin.
"How about you? Do you feel sore?"
