Spicy Desires
Strong hands gripped her hips, lifting until her ass was high in the air, knees spread wide beneath her
“Can I at least have a minute?” she panted, face pressed into the pillow, in a wrecked voice
“No rest for the sexy witches, babe”
“Shouldn’t you be tired by now?” Her words came out slurred, breathless.
He ran one broad palm from the nape of her neck all the way down her spine. slow, possessive, fingers trailing fire along every vertebra. When he reached the small of her back he paused, then slid lower. A single finger pushed inside her