Don't go

Just as Ryle's hands were about to move past her thighs, he groaned, feeling the woman's teeth sinking in his neck. Perhaps, she intended to bite him to death but it felt ticklish. 

''You think this helps?" It only turned him on even more. 

Before he could say it, he felt her tongue darting out and licking the spot that she just bit. And it dawned on him that she was replicating his actions when he did that to her. 

Ryle let his head fall back on the couch, lips tugging up in a smirk as he felt the woman trailing her lips up and down, covering his neck and then moving to his earlobes. 

''Fuck...'' Every bit of of self restraint that he was left with turned into dust. 

He moved his body, giving her a rough thrust that made her moan. But she did not back off. 

She slowly sat up on his body, her fingers trailing down her chest.