I closed the space between us, my mouth claiming hers. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound, tasting her.
The air around us ignited, burning hotter with every stroke of my tongue against hers, every press of our bodies.
Layla's hands slid into my hair, her fingers threading through my hair as she pulled me closer.
My hands wandered to her ass, gripping it as I lifted her off the ground. The heels of her shoes tapped on the couch as she wrapped her legs around my waist, our bodies lining up.
I groaned as her lips continued to devour mine, my desire raging inside. Her pussy pressed against my stomach, and I imagined what it would feel like, the taste of her. I wanted her so badly, but my head was spinning, my mind stuck on what I'd seen.
Without breaking contact, I pushed us down on the couch. Her knees slid up my sides to frame my hips, pulling me closer. She was hot under me, her heat radiating through her clothes and seeping into my bones.
