“Oh, I don’t want to get out of bed today,” I said as I lay in Luke’s arms with my head on his chest. “Not yet, anyway,” he said, stroking my hair and gliding his hand down my back to tickle my ass. He abruptly lifted my left leg over him, bending my knee toward his chest. “You are always so ready for me, Janey,” he said as he trailed his fingers through my wetness. I giggled as he continued thrumming his fingers back and forth over my clit. I lay on my side next to him, my lower leg running along his body and my upper leg spread over him at an extreme angle, leaving me totally exposed. Grasping a fistful of my wavy brown hair, he brought my mouth to his. He took my mouth and made it his own, angling my head to further penetrate me with his tongue. He sucked my tongue into his mouth as if to fellate it. All the while, he ever so slowly circled his fingers around my arousal, dipping into my wetness and moving back to my sensitive clit. He nipped at my lower lip hungrily, escalating the fervor of my passion.
