His hand cupped the side of my face, nipping my jaw. When I squeezed, he hissed and shot me a narrowed gaze. I gave him a slow, gentle tug and whispered in his ear, “Please.”
His eyes were lazy and dark as he dropped to his back beside me and pulled off his briefs. I watched him grab his erection at the base and squeeze it. The action was so primal, so surprisingly hot, something burned to life inside of me. Before I knew what I was doing, I straddled his hips. Resting my hands on either side of him, I leaned forward and kissed his throat like I would his mouth.
"Fuck.” His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands.
He tasted like he smelled, and I couldn’t get enough. I was all over him, running my hands over his biceps, pecs, and into his hair. I kissed h
