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.

now. I wanted him to be the one to guide that fire. And quench it once and

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

him speechless because he hadn’t uttered a

he had given up but surprisingly he hadn’t because suddenly his voice comes out

also want my tongue there? Perhaps finish what I started in the bathroom. I bet

there, throbbing

bit down. My stomach swirls with desire and

my juices were hugging the covers under my weight. I was drenched and

me, Layla.”

arches off the bed again and my toes curl into

are.” There’s a light airy teasing in his

fingers move away from my nipple and I take a gasp as I start to trail it down my ribcage, just

kiss my fingertips as I go

gasp of air as my fingertips continued down, lightly brushing

close to that wet spot? Tyler breathed out with a heavy groan that told

I wished that too.

replied softly, so faint that

into the mattress and

“Layla….” He drawled hoarsely.

his voice as my fingers near the throbbing of

Just a little more…..

you touching yourself because of me.” He

digging my heels more into the mattress. I

your pussy now Layla,” Tyler commanded and as if having a mind of its own, my fingertips brush my tingling clit to my pussy lips which were oh so sensitive that I couldn’t control

sensitive flesh as I picture him above me, with his fingers touching me between my thighs, right on my

even inside. As long as his skin touched my own, I didn’t think I would be

you wet?” He gasped out

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