F O R T Y - S E V E N

ARABELLA.

Alex’s hand lifts my skirt, squeezing my ass through the thin material of my soaked panties, and I moan into his mouth as his tongue meets mine in the middle.

I move my hands to his head, fingers combing through his hair and pulling at his curls as the sounds of our mouth smacking take over the silence in the room.

Alex breaks away from the kiss when we can no longer feel our mouths and I push my face in his neck, brushing my lips across the skin and leaving faint marks as he squeezes my ass again.

I pull back, panting heavily, and we have five seconds of intense eye contact before I drop from his hold, not removing my eyes from his as I move to my knees before him.

He brushes my hair from my face before grabbing a fistful of it, holding it back as I undo his belt from his trousers, my hands shaky and heart racing.

"Take your time," Alex assures me, and I take in a breath as I finally loosen his belt. I waste no time in undoing his pant buttons before dragging it down a