Edie's pov
Without another word, his lips come crashing down against mine. His right hand trails up my back, grasping at the back of my neck and deepening the kiss. I throw my arms around his neck, pressing into him. His tongue trail against my lower lip demanding entrance. I part my lips, gladly welcoming him in. Each kiss is more feverish than the last, so much hunger and longing.
I thrust my hips at him, my body aching with need as he grabs my ass. I let out a muted moan. His touch feels so good, I can't get enough.
"You're so f*****g hot Edie, beyond that." Paul murmurs sweet nothings through feverish kisses. They are desperate and wanting and overly addicting. His hands roams my body before slipping under my shirt, he gentle massages my breast, playfully pinching at my perky n**
