After spending the afternoon worrying about Jadiel, she needed Zayd's touch more than ever. She placed her palms on his chiseled abs and ran her fingers across them. He pulled back from the kiss and sighed softly, his eyes shut. Lilyan smiled to herself, pleased that she could cause him pleasure just by touching him.
Zayd opened his eyes and reached for her waist. He grabbed the hemline of her hoodie and pulled it off over her head. He then repeated the process with her light green t-shirt. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting the article of clothing drop to the floor where Zayd had let the other items fall. She shimmied out of her tight-fitting black jeans and tossed them to the side as well.
Lilyan knelt before her lover and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. She slid the zip
