“Jaxon,” Calista moaned when his hard d**k rubbed against her through their clothes, but the barrier of the material between them didn't even dim the spark of intense pleasure.
She reached to hold him but then she remembered he had her hands pinned, groaning, the sound a mixture of annoyance and pleasure.
He did it again, thrusting his hips forward and rubbing against her, kissing her neck, before he kissed her jaw, her chin, then her lips. His tongue immediately slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers while he dry-humped her, panting into her mouth.
He moved his hips again, but then he stayed that way, his d**k pressed against her heat. He didn't move, just kept it pressed there and Calista could feel her climax building. She kissed him harder, tugging to get her hands free, but
