40. Casually 

Angeline

I needed to feel alive. I needed Grant and his hands on me, his kisses and that hardness pressed against my pussy. Well, it should feel even better inside, right?

Grant’s hands reached to my hips and he squeezed them deliciously hard, his tongue caressing mine as he sucked my lips in a rough way. Damn! I really liked wild Grant!

He nibbled at my lips a couple of times and his lips travelled down to my neck. He took his time kissing my skin, leaving a heated way of nibbles and licks. Once again, his kisses made my birthmark tingle, the warm and sweet sensation radiated through my body, making me feel giddy.

Leaning up, he pulled his shirt off, revealing all those defined muscles I’d caught myself drooling at more than once. My eager fingers ran from his muscular shoulder to his rippled six-packs, taking their time tracing the way of hair from his belly button to the hem of his boxer shorts. Do people call it the pathway of heaven? If not, they should, especially in his case.