Now removed of the jacket that held her ensemble together, Kayla brought her freed hands to his hair as she pulled him back into the seat as their lips joined once more. Only now, the kisses of this interaction were not feverish and desperate; they were tender and careful. Appearing almost strategic with each movement of his lips capturing her own, he appeared to give her his oxygen while also leaving her breathless in the same instance. This torturous display would be allowed ease when his lips now descended down her neck and he took hold of the abundance of mahogany locks at her back and pulled her slightly backwards until he was able to access her skin.
A soft moan left her lips as she contorted to his kisses while feeling his sordid tongue take in her taste before returning to her mo
