Morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains of my Lagos apartment. The fan was still spinning lazily above us, but the air felt warmer now. I woke up with Lara’s body curled against mine, her head resting comfortably between my breasts. Her lips were parted, and even in sleep, she had one n****e gently in her mouth, sucking so softly it felt like a dream.
I smiled, running my fingers through her messy braids. My boobs felt tender and heavy from the long night—swollen, marked with faint love bites, and extra sensitive. Every tiny movement of her lips sent little sparks through me. I didn’t wake her right away. Instead, I lay there enjoying the warmth and the quiet intimacy.
Eventually, Lara stirred. She blinked awake and immediately sucked harder on my n****e, like it was the
