There's something different in his kiss, in the way his fingers dig into my skin. Every stroke of my hands has his eyes half-closed, a low groaning rumble spilling from his throat.
The power I hold with my touch leaves me fascinated, even as a heat deep within urges me to lie back and let him claim me.
Exploring the velvet heat of him is thrilling, but he yanks my hands off his cock and flips me over, trapping me beneath the weight of his body.
"Stop," he growls against my ear. "Or this'll be over before it even starts."
My laughter is breathless and quickly turns into a moan as his lips trail kisses down my back. There's a fire building inside me, spreading through my veins like a drug. I'm so sensitive to his touch, the pleasure is almost painful.
