38.

BRYNN.

Felix grabs my ass in his hands as his tongue plunders mine, not giving time to react to the mess he made across my chest and my fingers dig into his biceps as I struggle to keep up with the pace at which his mouth moves against mine.

There’s a peck. There’s being kissed and then there’s another thing; being absolutely devoured.

Felix is breathing me in as if he wants to swallow me and my toes curl in my pumps as I moan against his lips, the rhythm of my breath changing when one of his hands moves from my buttock and slides to the sides. It ruffles my skirt before he sneaks his hand between my thighs, and I gasp into his mouth when his finger brushes over my very sensitive cunt.

I’m drenched. I’ve been drenched since his lips fell on mine the first time and despite being finger fucked while eaten out at the same time, then playing with myself again; I’m still wet when he touches me, my core responding to his caress.

He’s so close to slipping a finger into my waiting cunt and I’