"Fuck" Barry gripped the back of my waist with a hand and parted my mouth with his lips, kissing me.
His hands tight on my waist drew me closer to his legs till I was straddling him like a pro in the make out aspect.
He wrapped his two strong arms around my body, hugging me as he moved backwards towards the headboard to rest his back on, all the while he was unwilling to break the passionate kiss.
My arms were around his neck, my fingers going through his hair, pulling without force and combing in a soothing manner as we kissed. I heard deep, low moans from him, confirming my observations that he likes it when my fingers does their work on his hair.
He broke the kiss, panting softly. His red lips had become redder and his eyes had gone darker and expressive.
"Pixie, you are fucking me up" He said in a breath. "You are doing things to me" His voice was whispery and rough.
