23: Phone Service

Laird’s POV “That early morning, I felt a warm, unfamiliar hand on my chest. The hand embraced me and pulled my body closer to the one behind me. As I turned around, I immediately saw your face. "Hm, am I still half asleep?" I asked in a soft voice. "Yes. That's what annoys me. Your hand was unconsciously twirling my nipple while you were sound asleep. Are you unaware of the effect you had on my body?” “Sorry about that,” I chuckled. “Yeah. So, I woke you up." She said. "I licked your nipple, your stomach, the soft hairs below your navel, all the way to the tip of your penis. I touched it gently. Then I caressed it and squeezed it a few times with my fingers." "Hey, Fenella. Are you trying to make me masturbate? Because if that’s what you want to do now, I'd rather drop by to your apartment. It only takes twenty minutes on the motorcycle," I interrupted Fenella. Because damn, I was becoming impatient. The shaft at the base of my groin quickly hardened just after hearing Fenella's voice