Anja

I reach up and cup Orrin’s face with a smile.

Orrin’s breathing becomes harsh, and I can smell his lust, which makes me groan. I want him so badly that I can’t help pulling him down so that I can kiss him.

While we kiss, my hands are all over him. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull.

Orrin lifts away from me and tears his shirt from his body.

“Orrin,” I groan his name, watching Orrin remove his clothes.

I clamber out of bed and discard my clothes; all the while, our eyes are locked on each other.

Orrin grabs me, one hand around the back of my head, the other around my waist. Then his lips hit mine, and I moan into his mouth.

I slide my hand into his hair, pulling him closer. I&