ZEPHYR
Lyla pushed back, rubbing her soft, plump ass against my already painfully hard erection. I groaned in frustration.
Before she could do it again, I slipped my fingers under her lace skirt to tease her entrance.
She was already wet for me.
"Tell me to stop," I said again, brushing over her c**t through the light material.
She pulsed against my touch. "And I will."
Her breathing became uneven, her pulse beating faster, as she forced out a single word. "Celine?"
I smiled, looking at her flushed face through the mirror, my eyes dark. "I sent her to wait in the car."
I kissed just below her ear. "We're the only ones here."
Hearing that, she turned and kissed me, standing on her toes. I moaned into her mouth on tasting her, my hands grabbing her ass while hers flew to my hair.
