Ann’s pov
I felt his hands on my waist.
he buried his face in my neck and slowly showered it with wet kisses, a moan escaped me.
he didn’t stop and I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted him to shower me with his wet kisses all over my body.
His hands never stopped wandering all over my body, “the things I want to do to you” he whispered.
With one hand he ripped off my pyjama shirt, my chest was left exposed, and I found myself smiling.
He continued with his sweet and slow torture but suddenly stopped, I looked at him confused.
he didn’t let go of me but frowned,
“what are you doing here?” he suddenly said, and I looked at him confused even more.
“I should be asking you the same thing” a female voice answered,
and I looked around the room and there she he was sitting on the co
