"Fuck the sandwich." I groaned, placing the condiment bottle back on the countertop before wrapping my arms around his neck and letting him carry me out of the kitchen. The heat between us was only maximised by the friction of his big hands roaming over my waist and down to my ass, gripping the soft globes of flesh hard. It was addictive, and I wanted more.
Henri pulled away to start kissing down my neck, and my body spasmed with a spear of pleasure when his lips found my spot and he started to suck on it. "So responsive." He mumbled against my skin, flicking his tongue over the spot and sending another volt of shock through me.
"Shit." Tilting my head to the side to give him better access proved fatal. One of my hands travelled up to his hair while my over arm snaked around his neck. My knees tightened on either side of him as my entire body started to throb with need.
