Unlike her light caress, his touch immediately opened up her mouth for the onslaught of his affection.
In the bathroom ,one could barely hear the indistinct sounds of sloppy kisses and the fiction between them as their passion lit up the air.
Zeke hands slipped through the towel, caressing her slim waist and finding it's way up to envelope her tender curve and Yvette couldn't help but shudder at the sudden stimulation.
After a while, he paused controlling his breath as he hugged her , clearly trying to suppress his emotions.
"Do you want it?". Zeke asked, his voice low and husky with passion.
"Do you?". Yvette looked up to stare at his breathtaking face, her hands brushing away the strand of hair that clung to his eyes.
"Yvie". He called, leaning towards her as he whispered into her ears. "You know clearly what I'm waiting for, if you say it I'll gladly make you stay up in bed all night".
