Isha
Feather-light kisses on my face and lips had my eyelids fluttering open. I smiled as Davis lifted the covers and came over me, settling between my legs.
“Morning Angel. Everyone’s in the kitchen, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. We’ll eat and then go to the doctor’s office.”
“What time is it?”
“Eight thirty. You have some time for a quick shower,” he said, kissing my jaw and down my neck. I moaned, moving my head to the side to give him more access.
“You smell so good, Angel. So f*cking good,” he groaned, moving down to nuzzle between my cleavage. I arched my body. He sucked a n*pple into his mouth through the fabric of my silk cami, leaving a wet spot and moving to the other breast to do the same there.
I kicked the blankets off of us and wrapped my legs around his
