Layla Miller

There were worse reactions. While there was a part of him that wanted to give into the impulse of blindly grinding against her, he had enough control to keep that much, at least, in check. It was her first time, after all, not his, and he had better ideas on how to give her more of what she was looking for, though his mouth was otherwise occupied at that moment. Easing out of the kiss, he lowered himself further down her body, lips barely grazing her skin until he was distracted once more by her breasts. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed the flat of his tongue over one nipple, sucking on her warm skin. Then, shifting so that he could lean his weight to one side, he snaked a hand between them, greedy fingers seeking out the inside of her thigh.