Love, Obsession, Torture
My mouth was captured in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice, tension bombarding low in between my thighs.
“Should we swive a sixth round?” he murmured against my mouth. I chuckled.
“I’d love that, but I’m starving and spent. Feed me, then you can fuck me.” I giggled, then kissed his face. I was feeling quite audacious, swearing here and there, not giving a toss about his rules.
“Watch your sexy mouth baby.”
“My mouth is sexy?”
“It is. You’re incredibly beautiful Robin.”
I hummed.
“Fucking kiss me.” He did, then bit my lower lip playfully.