He turned me to my side, gathering me into his arms, his chest warm against my back. His mouth found the curve of my neck, kissing lazily, confidently, while his breath rolled hot down my spine. He nudged his nose into my hair, inhaling me, then bit the soft lobe of my ear.
I melted into him like something feline and spoiled, arching to fit the shape of him. My hand reached behind, closing around his growing hardness, stroking him slowly while his fingers slid over my breasts, teasing, coaxing, claiming.
He lifted my leg over his hip, opening me to his touch. I twisted my head toward him, searching for his mouth. He grazed my lips with the tip of his tongue—just a taunt, a dare—until I tried to catch him with my teeth. We both smiled at the same time before we sank into each other’s mout
