Kian stood between her legs, cupping her face, kissing her furiously as she sat on the small table in the middle of the living room.
One of his hands slipped behind her back and opened the zipper of the dress as he ran his palm up and down the exposed skin of her back.
Tinsley moaned into the kiss as she took control of it. Kian rested both of his hands back on her shoulder and dipped down, peppering kisses down the length of her neck, her naked collar bones.
Tinsley tilted her head backwards, giving him more access. She was getting crazy in need of him.
Kian dragged the dress down with his hands, freeing her naked breasts for his eyes to feast on.
The dress rested around her waist and Tinsley looked at him eyeing her with so much desire that it burned her to be touched by him...hold by him.
The cold rainy breeze from the opened window hardened her already pebbled nipples under his crude lustrous eyes.
