Wren
His hands slid back to my hair and his grip on my tightened. I wanted more. I needed more. A part of me was yelling to slow this down. That Marley was just upstairs but with each passing second it faded away.
He pulled me on top of him and my hands found their way to his shoulders. His lips left mine and I started to protest before I felt them against my neck. His teeth grazed the skin down to my shoulder.
His body was hard underneath me. I could feel the muscles in his arms, the strength of his legs under me, and the hardness of the rod in his pants. It's a wonder it wasn't painful with how strained the jeans were on his body. I needed more though. I needed to feel his touch everywhere.
The room was silent except for our breaths. I felt like a dog in heat as I rocked my hips agai
