Calais kisses the side of my cheeks as I tightly hold on to his shoulders. He pulls me down so I lie on the bed underneath him. He continues to kiss my lips, my chin, and down my neck.
He moves lower down my body. His hands keep on transferring from one part of my body to another, making me burn slowly with desire. Next thing I know, his tongue is tracing circles around my belly. I gasp in pleasure as his fingers trail along my hips and even lower down my body.
Then his hands grip my thighs, pushing my legs further apart to make room for his questing fingers.
"Ah!" I exclaim and I instantly cover my mouth.
I look at him. His palm is flat on my heat. And when his fingers start to massage my private part, I start to struggle. I am divided between taking his fingers away from me or letting him do whatever he wants.
And so, all I can manage is a breathless, "Calais…"
"You are getting so tensed, Lyrica. Relax your body."
