#Chapter 87: Making Lemonade From Lemons

I woke to Charles snuggled around my back. He nuzzled the bare skin on the back of my neck, his hand brushing along my thigh. So that’s how it was going to be this morning? A smile spread across my face, and I nestled back into his chest, pressing my hips to his. He pushed along my curves, already stiff. His hand dipped between my legs, and they parted willingly. Gentle fingers shifted aside the silky fabric of my panties, stroking the edges of my folds, coaxing my body into arousal. I twisted so I could kiss along his bicep and shoulder. He nudged me back to face away from him. “Close your eyes and let me please you for a bit,” he whispered. Well, one should obey the alpha, right? I did as he asked, pleasantly surprised to find my other senses heightened with my sight gone. Each touch of his lips brushed across the skin of my neck like flutters from a butterfly. His fingers slowly worked their way deeper, sliding along on my own wetness. This started an ache within me. My body wa