One of Kiara’s legs hung over Zique’s shoulder, the other cocked against the table, leaving her completely exposed to him. His head was between her thighs, his lips doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t hold back her moans, not when his tongue kept rolling around her entrance and teasing her clit.

It felt as good as she remembered, even better, and his scent, the very sight of his manly chest, it was enough to turn her on. She could feel slick leaking down her walls…she was wet, for the first time in a long time she was so open and vulnerable in front of him.

She wasn’t sure if the decision she was making was the right one, but who could resist his charm? Who could pretend to be deaf after hearing such words? And who could pretend to be blind after looking into those eyes?

She knew she couldn’t do it, her heart had constricted so many times as she listened to him and when he kissed her, her poor legs had gone completely weak. His lips were so gentle and sweet, his hands thick and warm