Giving a light squeeze on her inner thigh to remind her he was there, he rested his hips between her legs, her body quivering at the feeling of him there. She knew then he wanted her too. As badly as she ached for him in this moment, she knew she wasn't alone.
Longing for his body, she could feel him between her thighs, stiff. Trying her hardest not to lose control, she wraps her legs around him taking over control. She rolls him on his back, kissing and nibbling from his jawline down his neck and up to his ear. His throaty groans making her want him more; his deep heavy breaths making her drip.
Feeling her take control gives him a rush of pleasure. He softly pulls her ruined shirt from her soft tan body, trying not to moan too loudly in pleasure at simply seeing her. Stretching his throat for her to have ample room to make a canvas of his throat with her lips and teeth. Slowly sliding his hands back to her waist, unsure how far she will allow him to venture.
"Baby, I need you," she moans as he explores her body as if he's painting a masterpiece. Her moans crescendoing as she loses control of her body. He pauses, ripping a condom open with that perfect mouth if his, glides it over himself and gives her a smirk that makes her while body tense with pleasure.
Gently teases her on the edge of where she knows pleasure will come from. Lifting his hips upward off the bed so she can feel the tip of him press against the brink, but not breaching her borders as he anchored his elbows in the bed to also life his shoulders toward her neck whispering in her ear, "I'm not done with you yet."
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