I woke to the feeling of a mouth on my breast.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds in thin stripes. Roman’s body was warm against my side, one heavy thigh thrown over both of mine. He sucked my nipple slowly, almost thoughtfully, while his hand stroked between my legs and found me already wet from the night before. Two fingers pushed inside without resistance. A low sound of approval vibrated against my skin.

“Morning,” he muttered. “You’re still dripping my cum. That’s a good look on you.”

He curled his fingers and rubbed my clit with his thumb until an orgasm built too fast to stop. I came with a muffled...