Ralph lay frozen, since his condition was like a lion who was hypnotized by its prey. That creamy, bare leg robbed him of his senses. His hand itched to caress its creamy length, but he was scared that it would awaken her and she would run for the hills.
Raven breathed out through her softly parted lips and scooted close to him in her sleep, snuggling into his bare chest, her hand going around his torso. Ralph lost control. His arm went around her waist and he pulled her closer. His glance went to her soft breasts exposed through the open buttons of the shirt. She had discarded her bra and the first two open buttons robbed off any hopes of sleep. His breath hitched seeing the rounded, curvy orbs, inviting him to suck them to hardened peaks.
“Oh Raven, you’re driving me insane,” he whispe
