Layla's POV (Continuation…)
I gasped at Hunter's lips in contact on my own. I had both of my hands on his chest, trying to push him but I wasn't strong enough to budge him at all. His advances were nothing tame at all and his kisses were severely demanding.
My body and mind were reacting enthusiastically at Hunter's beckoning and before I noticed it, I was already responding. All to eagerly.
Suddenly, my hands were removing his shirt up and then the belt of his trousers without breaking our kisses together. I heard our brethings ragged and my hands were shaking as I successfully zipped down his trouser.
I must be insane.
I was aware that I was getting insane.
I don't to do it.
No, I really want to do it.
Gosh, he is aroused! He kept poking my thigh with his erection!
My palm!
Oh. My. Gosh.
He. Is. Massively. Gifted.
