Jess felt warm, a good kind of warm.
She snuggled close to the warmth in front of her, gluing all her body to it.
She suddenly started to feel something on her lips, like something or someone was licking her lips, and she licked it right back.
Her eyes were still closed, but her body felt so ticklish all over; she didn't want to open her eyes; she wanted to feel this way for a long time, but she frowned when her lips stopped feeling the other person's lips.
"Good morning, my love," Ken whispered against her lips.
Jess recognized that voice, it's Ken's.
'Fuck,' She thought as she recalled everything she'd last night.
Damn, last night was wild; he didn't give the man a break, she kept demanding more, more, and more, and Ken didn't disappoint; he gave it to her; however she wanted it. No wonder she felt very weak that morning.
