Towering over her, I adjust our bodies, so our lips meet, and I slide my tongue inside. She turns to face me and lets me pick her up, so I can carry her to the middle of the bed. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I hover over her and mold our bodies together as we sink into the mattress.
“Does this mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” I smirk against the dimple of her collarbone.
“No,” she snarks. “Means you’re a really good kisser.”
I chuckle, making my way down her chest and pulling her shirt up. “Mmm…I’ll be sure to use that to my advantage then.” I wrap my lips around her hard n****e and suck.
“Looks like you already are,” she retorts, followed by a soft moan. Arching her back, she twists her hands in my hair and tugs.
I make my way to her other n****e and give it the same att
