Gods. His kisses were addictive. Each time he changed the angle of the kiss, it would be rougher, deeper.
I could feel his hard length pressing against me. The jeans he was wearing offered little protection from what his body wanted. My core was starting to react to our closeness. I ground my hips on his hard shaft.
I heard him groan against our fused mouths. He let go of my lips just to graze his teeth on my chin, which was followed by the swiping of his tongue. I gasped. Gads. The things this man does to my body were something no one has done. Even my mind which was always rebelling was enjoying the sensation of each lick and nibble.
My hand never left its post around his neck. His hands were doing their best to lift the hem of the dress I was wearing. I could feel his every caress, the way his fingers traced the line of my underwear as he nibbled on my neck.
