We didn’t even make it to the bed this time. He grabbed me, tugging me down onto the floor, and I found myself straddling him, body shaking with anticipation. The moment our eyes met, the fire between us ignited again, raw, hungry, impossible to ignore.
He shifted under me, leaning back slightly, and I realized what he wanted. My heart raced, pulse pounding in sync with the need that twisted low in my stomach. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, lips pressing to his c**k, teasing, tasting, letting my tongue flick along the sensitive head. He groaned, hands moving immediately, one gripping my hair to guide me, the other slipping between us to my slick folds.
I shivered at the dual sensations—the feel of him inside my mouth and the fingers probing me, circling, slipping in and
