AYLA
My breasts pressed against his chest, my hand slid down his face to his neck, to his warm abs, and a shiver rolled through me.
He brought his face up to mine and moved up and down my neck, as though he was savoring my smell.
"Cherry blossom," he groaned against my throat.
How did this man have the ability to make coherent sentences when my brain had melted?
He pressed his lips to my throat, kissing a slow line down it.
A primal groan sifted through my lips.
His tongue teased my skin and made me want to cry.
My whole body moved into a place of rapturous bliss.
Each movement of his lips sent a sizzle between my legs, and I tilted my head to give him more access, another moan escaping my lips.
Every part of me burned and arched toward him like I couldn't have enough.
I couldn't.
His erection pressed against the inside of my thigh, large hands pressing into my scalp as he took off the band from my hair, and my head fell back with a moan.
