He then titled my head to look at him before brushing his lips against mine as his hands rush through my legs up and down.
I couldn't focus my attention on kissing him anymore because of how skilled his hands are.
He bit the bottom of my lips, which made me moan a bit, and he used that as a chance to enter his skilled tongue inside my mouth, exploring something inside like he was looking for something.
When I got to his rhythm, I kissed him back with the same intensity he was giving me.
His hands left my legs to go up to my abdomen, and they stayed there to draw circles, which made my breathing hitch.
He stopped kissing me for a moment, and I was panting heavily as I was staring at his parted lips. His lips were like cherries, red, and wet.
"I want you, Pen. Tell me you want me to
