The sound of it goes straight into my chest. I let go of her face and throw back my head with my eyes closed to get lost in the sensation.
She kisses my throat and the side of my neck up to my ear.
A shudder runs down my spine, and I grasp her shoulders.
Her hands caress my back, and she slings her arms around me, pulling me close.
She is holding me.
I lean into her touch.
Because she is holding me.
I trust her to hold me.
My fingers loosen from her shoulders and trail over her chest.
I massage her breasts, and there it is again.
The soft moan.
I bring my head back up and lean down to kiss her.
Kiss all the way from her neck down to her chest and lick from between her breasts up until I reach that sweet spot where the collarbone becomes the neck.
There, I bite.
She gasps, followed by a shiver.
I knew it.
“I want to fuck with you,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to feel every inch of your body, see you bend and moan and scream until you don’t know your name anymore.”
I feel the grin appearing on her face.
“Then why don’t you do it?” she asks me challengingly, biting my earlobe.
A devilish smirk tugs a corner of my mouth up as I push myself off her.
I stand in front of her, slowly opening the button to my pants.
I don’t break the gaze into her eyes as I open the zipper.
Pull my shirt up.
Let it drop to the ground.
Open my bra.
Let it fall down, too.
Push down the pants.
Step out and kick them away.
Before I can slide down my thong, she leans in.
Kisses my belly.
