FORTY-EIGHT

AYRA’S POV:

I swooned as soon as his tongue melted inside me making me taste a sin that was according to my brain. My heart, although was just moaning in pleasure in getting what he wanted. It didn’t even care about the brain that was sulking in the corner and I didn’t even care too. I decided to become selfish for a moment.

“F**k!” He groaned into my mouth when his one large hand pressed against my lower back and the other grabbed the nape of my neck in a roughly manner but it didn’t hurt. He pressed harder at my lower back making my back to arch into his chest. I couldn’t even get the time to place my hand in between us for the sake of a decent distance. My hands in their own wrapped around his neck as if they were meant there. As if I was meant to be wrapped around him like that.

My whole body ignited in fire when dipped his head more against me while tilting it to gain more access making my toes curl in anticipation and I guess pleasure. The feeling was new and so foreign ye