Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 44

Layla’s pov

“On your neck?” He whispered.

“How about down the length of your stomach?”

gasped, my back arching off the bed a little as somehow I could feel the slight brush of his lips on my skin. The way it felt on my skin.

His lips had felt so soft…

So so soft.

“Or on the inside of your thighs? Trailing up, yes?” He moaned. “You’d want my lips there wouldn’t

you?”

My rough breathing swirls in the air. Clouding my judgment and had me in the palm of his hand.

“Wouldn’t you Layla?” He persisted in a husky voice that had my toes curling.

“You’d want my mouth there?” He moaned and I felt the heat of my body undoubtedly making me bead with sweat.

“Yes.” I breathed out truthfully.

There would be no point in lying to him. By just the sound of my breathing and the way it was difficult to respond, he’d know in an instant.

Tyler was smart and he was obviously good at telling when someone wanted him, given his reputation of course.

I wanted him. That I couldn’t lie about. That I couldn’t fight against. That I came to terms with the moment his lips met mine.

He had undoubtedly awakened something within me, a fire that had been dormant for years. A fire ! had no interest in to let run freely.

to be the one to guide that fire. And

sharp breath into his lungs when I breathed out my confession. It was like he was waiting for me to deny it. Deny

speechless because he hadn’t uttered a

given up but surprisingly he hadn’t

my tongue there? Perhaps finish what I started in

down there, throbbing

down. My stomach swirls with

I was sure by now my juices were hugging the covers under my weight. I was drenched and I’d drench the covers

for me, Layla.” He

bed again and my toes curl into the sheets as I

his voice now but there is such a need curling in his voice I can detect. A desire just as mine. Perhaps even

take a gasp as I start

my sweat as they kiss my fingertips as

air as my fingertips continued down, lightly brushing against my pussy

breathed out with a heavy groan that told many stories of how he wished it was his fingers

I wished that too.

replied softly, so faint that I

into the mattress and my breathing becomes

“Layla….” He drawled hoarsely.

tremble by his voice as my fingers near the throbbing

Just a little more…..

touching yourself because of me.” He

more into the mattress. I needed an anchor.

my tingling clit to my pussy lips which were oh so sensitive that I couldn’t control the loud moan of pleasure slipping

as I picture him above me, with his fingers touching me

as his skin

He gasped out

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