CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN - HIS AND HERS

Jayla

Tyler looks me in the eyes as he runs his hands up the sides of my boobs and I shiver from the pleasure I feel as a result of the contact. Then still kissing me, he hoists my legs up and I wrap them around him, my back against the wall as I deepen the kiss.

When I give his bottom lips a sharp bite, he groans and lifts me away from the door, taking me to the bed. He drops me gently on it and just as I am about to protest from the lack of contact, he comes back to me and attacks my neck with fervour.

He sucks on the skin of my neck, biting, kissing and nipping on his mark until I can't take it any longer. I raise my body up and grind my pelvis against his groin. He groans out and he grinds his against me too and I drop back down on the bed because of the pleasure I am feeling.

Then as if a switch flips off in our heads, we start to pull of each other's clothes in a mad frenzy. When we are both naked, I push Tyler down into the bed and straddle him. I start by kissing his neck, an