Lance lowers his head and bites her collarbone. She moans and wiggles on top of his lap, arching her back and thrusting her half-naked breasts forward. He reaches his hand under her dress, unbuttons his pants, and pulls his boxers down.
“If you want me, you can ride me yourself,” he whispers.
Her eyes widen and she nods. She puts a delicate hand on the back of the sofa and lifts herself up, slowly sliding back down on his aching member. She feels even better than he remembers and a groan escapes his lips.
“You’re mine and I’m yours,” he whispers. “This is how it’s meant to be.”
She slides all the way down and then rocks her hips, grinding herself against him. With each movement, she moans and he tangles one hand in her hair and watches her lovely face soften with pleasure. He slides
