Love is trembling happiness. - Kahlil Gibran
Light floods the room. "Turn it off." I voice a protest between pursed lips. Then, I roll over onto my side, pulling the covers overhead.
Footsteps drum softly against the floor, and the warm covers slide off my body. The mattress shifts. "Sarah."
A hand sweeps the hair off my back and shoulder. Warm kisses dance across my skin, and I smile.
"I'm trying to sleep."
Vlad tenderly strokes my back. Goose bumps erupt over my body. The warmth of his lips leaves a trail of kisses from the base of my neck to the small of my back. Rolling over, my body comes to life under his touch.
His soft lips take hold of my breast. The corners of my mouth turn upward into a smile. He runs his tongue over the erect n****e. His warm mouth closes, and he suckle
