(Leigh’s POV)
Alex stopped kissing me, but his fingers continued to work, playing with my pearl while staring adoringly at my face. My eyes, half-closing, opened and met his.
“You’re soaking wet, Cupcake,” he lowered his head, claiming my mouth and kissing me feverishly.
I gripped his arms, and like me, he was hot as if we had been placed inside the oven. After this, I felt like I would really turn into a delicious cupcake.
Alex stopped kissing me on the lips, but his fingers seemed to have their own mind as they continued to play on my pearl, making me lose my sanity.
“Time to have breakfast, Leigh,” he smiled, and before I could ask what he meant, his head already glided down to my core, pulling off my underwear and spreading my legs.
I gasped as his soft and wet tongue glided over
