Letting Go

I could barely even adjust to the new position before his hand was slipping between my thighs, sliding up my cleft, then working my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

"I think I've earned this." He said.

"Yes..." I moaned powerfully.

Without telling my hand what to do, my free hand moved down the center of his chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch under the contact as I blazed a path downward.

My fingers impatiently worked his button and zipper free before caressing my palm on the bulging length of his hard cock that was straining against the material of his boxer briefs. A rumbling noise moved through Hollis's chest at the contact, making his fingers thrust inside me in response.

My mouth broke from his own with a low moan as I leaned back, snapping my fingers away and offering a balance to my body by placing my arm on the counter behind me, and angling up to look at him.

His dark eyes were heated and laden with his desire. Inside me,