The moment his lips collided with hers, his steps brought her back against the sink until he now held her with the support of the porcelain structure behind her. Yet, not a step transpired in which their lips parted. Instead, with his grip firm on her waist and her digits running throughout his hair, they were able to remain entirely joined by the passionate kisses they had both refrained from until now. When Devon was certain she was content being locked between him and the surface at her back, he descended his touch down her ribs and to her hip until he was allowed the accessibility to her rear. Rounding the entire left side of her buttocks in a slow and thorough lap, he then hooked her leg around his hip before using this newfound grip to bring her to the counter. She let out a breathle
