He continued to kiss my neck, slowly working his way down to my collarbone, then the top of my breast. His other hand was now sliding up my leg, reaching between my thighs and his fingers glided along the smooth material of my jeans. My breathing quickened as he reached my aching p***y, rubbing it gently against the fabric.
I ran my hands through his hair, gripping it firmly, then Cain stopped kissing my skin and captured my lips again, kissing me feverishly. Finally, I released his hair and ran my fingers down his sculpted chest till I reached the hard bulge hidden in his pants.
Cain groaned with pleasure when my hand made contact; just the slight touch, although through the fabric, had him even harder now. Then, suddenly, Cain broke the kiss and reared back. “I think it’s time for your
