I moan when I feel a tongue circle my entrance. “Drake,” I utter, somewhat asleep. I feel him slowly come up towards me through my parted legs and claim my lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you… but it’s hard to resist temptation when you’re so close in my reach,” he says in between kisses. I love how his body presses against mine as he kisses me. His lips go for my neck, soft kisses almost putting me back to sleep. “Babe?” I merely grunt. What now? I’m still jet-lagged and my body is still reeling from it. Why isn’t he tired? “Is it okay if I just… do whatever I want with your body?” Drake asks, using his uber-hot bedroom voice. Like I’m going to dream of declining that offer. “Whatever, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep.” I barely get my response out when he demolishes my lips.
