Skye
I whirled around to face him. His lips immediately crashed into mine. His hands wrapped around me, stroking down my back until they cusped my ass, pulling me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. Our lips were moving in a fast, passionate rhythm. He bit my bottom lip, a moan escaped my mouth. He pulled me tighter to him.
His tongue traced my lips, so I gave him an entry. Our tongues dance together, moans pushing into each other's mouths. He pushed me against the wall, allowing the pressure of my back to the wall to hold me in place. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck pulling me closer to him, as if he could melt our lips together.
The other hand grazed my collarbone, then to my breast, my peaked n*****s, down to the hem of my shirt. Without effort he rips my shirt in
