Under her skirt: The last Kiss
he whispered, trailing kisses up my skin.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, and before I could catch my breath, his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry,needy. Tongues clashing, teeth grazing, lips parting like we were trying to devour each other. I tasted myself on him, and it only made me wetter. His grip on my waist tightened, my nails digging into his shirt as he kissed me like he needed it to breathe.
When he finally pulled back, both of us breathless, he stared at me,dark, sexy, smug. “Can you walk?”
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