Chapter 13
Cera woke up the next morning in total darkness. Warm, toasty, and very, very turned on.
The reason for all the sensations were soon explained when she felt a head move between her legs, rough whiskers once again scraping against the soft underside of her thighs as a tongue lazily explored her most intimate depths.
“Benny,” she said sleepily, and her hands drifted down to tangle in his thick hair.
He was Latino, she decided then. Not just because of the music he’d played while giving her a massage earlier in the month, but also because of his hair. She couldn’t really explain it, but it felt dark, like inky waves captured between her fingers.
Benny took a long, sweet time eating her out that morning, as if he had no other place he’d rather be, and no breakfast he’d rather b
