She was first aware of lips tenderly kissing hers. Softly, gently, seeking the smallest response. When she lifted them, his mouth closed around hers, bringing her further out of the depths of sleep.
Hands at her back pressed her against his warmth, against muscles hardened by years of intensive training. Annie lifted her arms, and a hand guided one of hers down between the tumbled sheets to find his erection already stiff and pulsing. She stroked it, stopping to grasp and squeeze it long enough to make him groan.
He trembled in her embrace. His mouth found the satiny skin of her neck and his tongue began to dance over what he knew was one of her more sensitive areas.
Annie opened her eyes slightly. It was still dark, meaning it was either the middle of the night or too early for firs
