Drew Starkey
His hands were everywhere. Warm, confident, decisive. We were on his bed, the sheets crumpled under us, our breath broken between one kiss and another. His eyes—those damn eyes—looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. «Are you okay?» He whispered against my neck, his voice hoarse, consumed by desire. I nodded softly, unable to speak. I wanted it. Closer, deeper, more mine. His lips went down my chest, slow, adoring, and when they closed around my nipple, I hold a moan against his shoulders. Drew's tongue began to play with slow, circular movements, alternating suction and small bites that sent me out of control. He was sweet and cruel at the same time. A sublime torture. «You like it when I do this, huh?» He murmured, looking at me from under his eyelashes as he continued to provoke me. I couldn't even answer. My body spoke for me—the irregular breathing, the hands in his hair, the legs tightening around his waist. And he... he was smiling. Becaus
О Drew Starkey
His hands were everywhere. Warm, confident, decisive. We were on his bed, the sheets crumpled under us, our breath broken between one kiss and another. His eyes—those damn eyes—looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. «Are you okay?» He whispered against my neck, his voice hoarse, consumed by desire. I nodded soft...Читать больше