I woke up feeling absolutely refreshed. I stretched lazily as I glanced over at Thorne. He was still asleep. His eyes closed with his dark lashes against his cheeks. His mouth hung slightly open as he snored. The morning light pushed through the blinds and painted pale stripes across his bare chest. I couldn’t stop myself as I leaned over and kissed his n****e.
“Wake up,” I whispered. Thorne didn’t stir, and I carefully pressed my palm against his soft c**k. “Wake up,” I said again, a bit louder this time.
“Liora,” he muttered, his voice rough from sleep.
“Hmm,” I hummed as I trailed my fingers lightly over his quickly hardening c**k and balls. I continued to lick and kiss his chest, and the salt of his sweat only seemed to make me feel even more aroused. I wasn’t embarrassed. I felt
