His free hand pushed up the back of my shirt, up, up, up until all the material bunched over my breasts and the middle of my back. "You're so smooth," he said in a husky voice right before hot, wet lips were dragged down my spine. "God, Gaby," he groaned as I curled into him even more.

"Hmm?" I mumbled incoherently, relishing in the sensation of his mouth and warm skin on mine.

I felt something infinitely times warmer than his lips and much more wet at the small of my back. He licked me. Oh my lord, Sacha—the most gorgeous man in every universe—was licking me. Both of his hands slipped around my waist. His fingers prodded at the elastic of my sleeping pants, before pulling it down erotically slowly.

It wasn't until I felt his mouth on my shoulder and his fingers dipping inside the front of my panties that I thought the earth shattered into a million fragments. "Sacha," his name hissed from my lips.

He moaned my name in return, those long, lightly callused fingertips brushing over my the lower seam of my body, not stopping until he swept over the slit there multiple times. "Fuck," he hummed into my ear. A single finger dipped into me at the same time he used his other hand to pull my back against his upright chest. The position gave him access to my neck, where he started sucking lightly.

I cried out when he slipped another finger in me, fingering me so slowly I couldn't breathe from the sweet anticipation. What the hell my hands were doing, I really had no clue. I think they'd landed on his thighs, squeezing them tightly. "That's so good."

He hummed, nipping me lightly on the slope between my neck and shoulder. "I want you so fucking bad."

The rocking of my hips against the twisting and scissoring of his fingers should have been enough of an answer to his request, but I turned my mouth to kiss him, long, deep and slow. It was only when I pulled away from his lips that I nodded. "Please."

Sacha yanked my shorts and underwear down my legs a second later, giving me a light slap where his hand had been last. Moist lips kissed one cheek and then the other before I rolled over into a sitting position. His mouth covered mine again, kissing me slowly, sucking one lip and then the other into his mouth while his hands fiddled with the bunched material of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

His eyes swept their way down, a great breath of air filling his lungs as he did it. While I hadn’t opted to get the biggest boobs in the universe, I liked Lucy and Ethel more than enough. They were now both a small C-cup with only tiny lines for scars on the bottom of each. They looked as natural as they possibly could. Sacha pushed me onto my back gently, dragging his open mouth and lips down my chin, over my jaw, neck, collarbones, before settling over my right nipple. It wasn't my imagination when I felt him shudder over me.

I was pulling his shorts and boxer briefs down his hips with my hands and then my feet when I couldn't reach anymore. My fingers roamed their way up and down his smooth back from shoulder to ass. Legs opened wider around his naked hips. The more skin I saw—both that smooth, lightly tanned skin and the one painted in black strokes of ink—the more I couldn't comprehend how lucky I was.

"You’re driving me nuts," he groaned, lapping against my nipple. "I need you right now.” The heavy, hot feel of his cock brushed against my inner thigh as he rolled his hips. "Can I?"

The “yes” exploded off my tongue in a rush.

Sacha pulled back. His heavy, beautiful green eyes were hooded with lust and something else I couldn't decipher. He slanted his mouth against mine before pulling back to press our foreheads together. One finger brushed over my breast while another one stroked across my jaw.