Rowan ran her hands over Fyn’s chest slowly, feeling every inch of his smooth muscles. She had never known anyone in as good of shape as Fyn was. She didn’t even know they made men like Fyn.
But she was glad they did.
He murmured a little bit but still slept, and Rowan knew she would have to up her game if she wanted him to wake up. Pushing the covers back off him, Rowan slowly began to explore his chest with her lips. It was a slow, leisurely exploration, touching and tasting every inch of his body that she could get her hands on.
Rowan savored the way he tasted on her tongue as she licked his chest everywhere she could reach. Her hands slowly slid down his stomach until she found his hard c*ck laying against his pelvis. She was in awe again of how large he truly was. He was so thick that it was difficult to wrap her hand around him and so long that the tip was at the bottom of his navel.