C19 Dylan.

"Morning, sweetheart." West murmured, biting my earlobe.

"Morning." I said, moaning as his fingers found my crack and circled it. "West, stop." He tipped my neck and then kissed me gently on the lips, running his tongue over my lips. I shivered, feeling his heat against my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a toe-curling kiss