SOLANA
I awoke to kisses on my feet, traveling up the length of my leg, a sleepy smile tugging at my lips. My hand instinctively sought after my husband, resting on his head as he kissed the inside of my thigh. I guess he woke up starving. Not that I minded.
My toes curled in anticipation as his soft lips drew closer to the sensitive spot between my legs, his hands tentatively pushing my nightdress higher.
A moan slipped from my lips as he slid his tongue over my c**t, my back arching. "Roman..."
"Morning, flower."
The sound of his rough morning voice sent a wave of heat through my bloodstream.
I felt his lips curve against my mound, and then he proceeded to feast on me.
"Hmm...tasty," he groaned, soaking in my juices. My thighs quaked, my fingers tightening on his hair. His wicked
