Don't Say You Love Me
Finally, when Renee's lips curiously tasted the masculinity, Sean lifted Renee's head with a sharp, misty gaze filled with passion.
“My turn,” he growled hoarsely.
Renee was laid down with Sean lying on her side facing her. The man kissed her forehead, temples, tip of her nose, cheeks, lips with small, soft kisses. Then the lips stopped on Renee's lips, tasting a little at each end, blowing the wet warmth there, making Renee open her lips with longing feeling.
Sean crushed Renee's open lips and slipped his tongue inside. Their tongues are linked, hot and wet. Sean's lips crushed Renee's lips mercilessly, smacking each side, passionately.