"C to D." He kisses just behind my ear, my nerves starting to lose control as his right hand moves down from my waist to my leg, stopping at my inner thigh. He places wet kisses along my neck. I can't help it as I close my eyes, tilting my head to give him better access.
"Matthew," I breathe out, causing him to growl. He pushes his guitar to the side, turning me around so that I'm straddling him, his hands at the end of my shirt, high enough that I can feel his palms against my skin. As much as I love his glasses, I gently take them off, setting them to the side.
I press my lips to his, letting him take full control of the kiss despite me being on top. He kisses me with so much desperation—sloppy and full of passion. It makes me quickly realize how much more he wants to do. How he wants
