YENA
Nolan let his eyes flutter closed again and we made out slowly while he started waking up.
His breath was hot, and his kisses were sloppy. He kept one hand on my thigh and used the other one to lazily push away my hair, which was falling all around his face.
I leaned in to kiss his ear and whispered, “Happy birthday.”
He answered with a small smile and a contented moan.
Then he had me on my back. I think I yelped, just out of surprise. I’d forgotten how quickly Nolan could rouse from dead sleep.
He let out an enormous exhale that seemed to rush around the room like a blast of wind as he slid his big, hard d**k inside me.
I gasped, taking in a huge breath of his heat and his scent.
“I missed you,” Nolan said sleepily.
“I’m right here,” I
