Evelyn
I moan and press an open-mouthed kiss to the beating pulse of Ronan's neck. His winter pine smell is particularly strong here, which ramps up my arousal. I grind my center against his erection underneath me and run my hands through his long, white-blonde hair.
He groans and his grip on my waist tightens. His hips move up as he rubs his erection against me and I tilt my head back as his mouth marks a trail down my neck. His hands move up to grasp my breasts over my shirt and I gasp at the sensation of his thumbs grazing over my taut n*pples.
I'm so horny it's unbelievable. But I don't want to be the one to make the first move. I want him to decide if right now is the right time to give in to our hunger.
His teeth nip at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and I shamelessly rub
