Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
It’s about what I’m taking.
I rock forward, dragging my clit over the rigid length of him, and his breath stutters. The friction sends sparks skittering up my spine, my nipples tightening against the lace of my bra.
God, I’m still so sensitive, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. But I don’t stop. I do it again, slower this time, letting my weight settle into the grind, my ass cheeks flexing with the motion.
“Fuck,” Chris groans, his head tipping back against the couch. The tendons in his neck stand out, sharp and strained, as he swallows hard. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”