Chapter 27: The Bedroom

Layla propped herself onto her elbows. His head was lost between her thighs and his mouth was slowly inching closer and closer to her clit. His hot breath tickled against her skin but she was too busy memorizing the way the lines of his muscular shoulders melted into his back. Her whole body yearned for his tongue to meet her, it was as painful as it was pleasurable.

Finally he did, softly at first, but soon building a steady rhythm. Layla felt as if all the air was knocked out of her. The only thing she could focus on was the sensation of his tongue. She fell onto her back as he began to apply more force with precision and expertise. He grabbed her waist from underneath her and pulled her closer to him intensifying the sensation. Layla gasped for air as she firmly grabbed the back of his head, she twisted his hair through her fingers. The closer she was, the more she pulled on his hair. Her heart was racing as the sensation was building, she let out a loud moan. She had only one tho