The kiss lights the fire that banked in my veins.
She moves over me, straddling my hips, and tangles her hands in my hair, freeing it from the rubber band. Holding me like she won’t let go.
The same way I’m holding her.
Lisette kisses me again, taking what she needs.
The heat between her legs settles over my stomach, making me burn. Gripping her hips, I grind her over my hard length, wishing I was inside her. Not tonight, but soon.
She rolls her hips, and a whimper escapes. “Dorian.”
It’s a cry of pleasure, not fear. I meet her gaze in the dim room, lit only by the light from the kitchen, making sure she’s with me.
The next kiss is harder. Hungrier.
I taste her lips, her cheek. Trail my lips over her jaw and down her throat, nipping her skin.
Lisette shivers. Then sits up and whips the shirt over her head. Justboom. Skin. So much perfect skin.
I trace her sides. “You want my hands on you?”
“Yes. I need you to touch me, Dorian.”
I will never tire of hearing my name from her lips. “Show me.”
She grabs my hands, moving them up to cover her breasts. “Here.”
The soft mounds are perfect, filling my palms as I cup them and slide a thumb over one nipple. “Where else?”
Lisette licks her lips, then draws one of my hands down her stomach to her mound. “Here.”
Heat flows from her core. I slide my hand inside her panties, feeling her slick heat. “Good girl.”
She sucks in a breath at the words, and I’m rewarded with a rush of wetness between her thighs. Yeah, she definitely likes that.
Lisette presses closer, rocking her hips.
“That’s it, beautiful. Ride my hand.” I lean up and close my mouth over one of her nipples, sucking the hard point.
She shimmies her hips over my fingers again, but I need more. I need to see the honey between her thighs.
I roll her onto her back, then flick the lamp on. Light fills the room, bathing her skin in a golden glow. She blinks, but I cover her body with mine, pressing her into the mattress until I feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into my chest and the damp heat of her panties. I kiss her again, hard and deep, but stay careful not to crush her with my weight.
Her nails scrape my scalp as she moans in pleasure.
Damn, she even tastes like cherries. I kiss my way to her breasts, taking my time with each. Licking her nipples, pinching them until she’s writhing against my hard cock.
“You want me to taste you?” I ask, trailing my mouth down her stomach. It quivers beneath my lips. “Lick between your pretty thighs until you come on my tongue?”
“Yes,” she breathes, getting wetter with the dirty words.
“Be a good girl. Remove your panties.”
Her hands almost fly to the lace covering her treasure. She lifts her hips and slides her panties down.
I sit back enough to take over, drawing them down her legs until she’s open for me. Laid bare like a feast that’s all mine. Bringing her panties to my nose, I draw her scent into my lungs.
Her eyes dilate as she watches.
