Chapter 9

Steven managed to undress her completely before he even lost his shirt. Sydney dropped her head back, sighing with bliss at each caress, each touch of his tongue, each time his breath fanned across her heated skin. She needed to feel more of him. She needed to feel the hair on his chest scrape across her breasts, and the hard muscles of his thighs settled over hers. More than that, she wanted to finally touch his smooth cock, rest her thumb against his throbbing vein, wipe the pre-come from his slit.

His desires must have mirrored hers. He stepped back, whipping the shirt over his head. She reached for him with hungry, greedy hands, her fingers fluttering as she worked his pants open.