Aiyana woke up to the sound of a heart beating, to the gentle brush of warm breaths against her skin and the feeling of extreme heat. She felt a leg draped over her waist and a hand curled around her body holding her to Chris as if his life depended on it. Aiyana looked down, her eyes looking at the angelic face that slept on her. His long lashes curling against his lid, his rough morning hair standing in every direction from the kisses and the sleep. She could feel his proud erection nudge against the side of her waist, making her wet all over again. Dirty thoughts of her legs around his waist and loud screams as he would f**k her ran through her mind. She heard herself moan from the very fantasy of having him.
She reached out to trace his strong biceps, running tender fingers along each
