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.

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

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

him, definitely Perhaps rendered him speechless because he hadn’t uttered a word

surprisingly he hadn’t because

finish what I

down there, throbbing

my bottom lip is captured by my teeth as I bit down. My stomach swirls with desire and then my pussy…he was right, I

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

something for me, Layla.” He

and my

right about how wet you are.” There’s a light airy teasing in his voice now but there is such a need curling in

nipple and I take a gasp as I start to trail it down my ribcage, just like he had

with my sweat as they kiss my fingertips as I go down, down where

gasp of air as my fingertips continued down,

Layla? Are you close to that wet spot? Tyler breathed out with a heavy groan that told many stories of

I wished that too.

replied softly, so faint that

dig into the mattress and

“Layla….” He drawled hoarsely.

by his voice as my fingers

Just a little more…..

picturing you touching yourself because of me.” He admitted softly

moaned, digging my heels more into the mattress. I needed an

my tingling clit to my pussy lips which were oh so sensitive

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

fingers touched, my lips, my nub, my opening…perhaps even inside. As long as his skin touched my own, I

you wet?” He gasped out and

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