Then his hand slips beneath the waistband of my pants and my breath catches hard.
His palm settles over the thin barrier of my underwear, and the warmth of him there makes my thoughts scatter completely.
The kiss changes, it's not slow anymore….. It's claiming and demanding, like he's reminding me exactly who's in control here.
In a blink of an eye he climbs up on top of me and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down fully against me. I can feel him, solid and hard, and it makes a low sound teaar from my throat before I can swallow it back.
His fingers move with purpose now, testing and teasing em for every reaction like he's been studying me for years.
My heart is hammering so loud I can hear it in my own ears.
He slips lower and my entire body tightens.
When his hand finally presses exactly where I need it, in my aching wet pussy I gasp and break the kiss, my head falling back against the pillow. The sensation is overwhelmin.
"Zane..."
