Monica's POV
Callan rolls over for the seventh time already and he gets hard after every o****m. I love that about him. I love that he can handle me and he listens to what I want. It's like he understands my body.
I curl my toes when he cups my boobs. I rest my head on his broad chest flicking his n*****s slowly. His palms feel so right when they're on me.
" Do I get some until day seven?" He scoffs, moving his hands away from my boobs then sleeps on his side to look at me. I bite my lips as I look into his intimidating eyes. I guess I got lost in it as I subconsciously cups his cheeks, his gaze follows my palms but he doesn't stop me then I press my lips against his. It isn't a demanding kiss but a passionate slow kiss. I stroke his lips with my tongue then I pull away to meet his
