I'd missed this

Our lips danced together, soft and slow, her taste sweet on my tongue. The world faded away as we moved, her breath mingling with mine, her skin heating under my hands.

It was like falling into a dream, a perfect, perfect dream that I never wanted to wake up from.

The kiss deepened gradually, our tongues meeting in a delicate tango. Layla moaned softly, her hand sliding from my shoulder to my neck, her fingers curling around the back of my throat.

And then she was pulling me down, guiding my mouth back to hers as we kissed again and again, the connection between us growing hotter, brighter with each passing second.

I shifted my weight onto my elbows, my hips falling between her legs. She arched her back, grinding her cunt against mine, and I gasped, my kiss faltering.

"Zaya..." she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Please..."