45. Euphoria.

TASHA

My ragged breaths pant helplessly off my lips as his hand and mouth continue to devour my breasts, shooting bolts of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit again and again. His mouth leave my breast, trailing down kisses from the center of my chest down to the middle of my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my trousers. His hand on my breast pinches my nipple slightly, his other hand playing around the button of my jeans, killing me slowly with the throbbing anticipation in my core begging for release.

"I am taking these off," his hands unbutton my jeans in a second and unzips it. I bite down my lower lip in a smile and lift up my hips a little from the sofa, allowing him to pull the trousers off. With my trousers now on the floor, I am left only in my blue underwear.

A smile tugs at his lips as his fingers tingle my skin down my stomach towards the small space between our bodies where my legs are parted, caging around him. I gasp when his hand rubs softly over the thin l