Grace
A soul-deep groan was punched out of me. He devoured the sound, licking into my mouth and dragging my hips across his lap until I could feel his c**k, hard and throbbing, pushing against me, sending lightning and desperation through me. Every shift of my weight seemed to push my hardened n*****s against the fabric of my bra.
"Charles, I--"
He growled, biting my lip as he grabbed hold of my ass and lifted us both off the couch in one smooth motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pulled back for air. His mouth dropped to my neck, mouthing, nipping, licking as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of my skin.
It was easier to just let him have what he wanted, and carry me where he wanted. How he found his way in the dark to his bedroom, I did
