36: Take Me

Alexa One of my hands reached for Harlow’s hair and gripped it as my head leaned against his shoulder. The touch of his lips and the sweep of his tongue on my neck felt intoxicating with pleasure. I closed my eyes while my other hand gripped his thigh. Moans escaped my lips as his tongue grew wilder, exploring my neck. Both of his hands crawled from my waist to my breasts. The sharp scent of mint and pine arousal hit my nose as his fingers reached my nipples. He twisted, stroked, and teased them as he pleased. “Harlow,” I gasped with heavy breaths. “Hm?” I was already lost deep in his embrace. My cunt throbbed with thrilling pulses. My thighs tensed and pressed together, squeezing a void inside my cunt. “Aren’t you tired after the ritual?” “I’m still strong,” he replied in a raspy voice. One of his hands moved to my waist, his fingers trying to undo the clasp of my jeans but failing. I took the initiative and loosen my jeans. My hands pulled them off until only the flannel shirt hangin