Nati Grant
My lips found the sensitive area beneath his jaw, and I kissed him there, feeling him tense, hearing him catch his breath. "Nati." My hand trailed down the length of his torso, feeling his abs convulse beneath my fingers, then cupping my palm with the girth of his erection within his jeans. "Jesus," he moaned, leaning his head back even as he tried to catch my wrist, to stop my probing. I let my tongue play over his skin and made a quick flip with my fingers, and his grip eased, defeated. "This is the last f*****g thing we should be doing," he breathed, his voice defeated and distressed and wretched and excited. Well, then he felt like me. My heart was racing right through my entire body but nowhere near as hard as between my legs. I needed to have him there.
"Again," I panted
