Lola’s lips parted with a gasp at the feel of his hands on her breasts. Those fingers moved, plucking at her n*****s. Making her bit her lower lip, arching her back as she tried to hold back a moan. His lips pressed against her throat, and she rolled her hips, needing more from him.
Wanting more.
His teeth scraped across her collarbone before his tongue soothed her skin, gently sucking into his mouth. Leaving love bits that would mark up her skin long after their lovemaking. Lola gasped at the nails that scrapped over her hip bone. Fingers moving lower to gently tug at the curls between her thighs, making her whimper. She felt lips press against her ribs in feather light kisses that had her panting as the lips that had been on her collarbone moved lower. Biting at the top of her breasts.
