Anessa moaned in pleasure as Tristan's wandering hand dipped under her short dress, reaching for her panties. After marking her neck, his hot lips returned to hers as his expert fingers rubbed against her crotch making her moan in the kiss.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as they deepened the kiss. "I want to taste you," Tristan mumbled against her lips.
Anessa's face was a hot red mess, she didn't know what to say or think. Was she even ready for something like that? Despite her shyness, fears, and doubts she was willing to give Tristan anything he wanted even if it meant she had to shred a bit of her dignity.
"O-Okay," Anessa stuttered out as she met his dark gaze.
