Lauren’s POV
‘Ren?’ Tyler croaks again, his heavy weight delicious as it holds me against the mattress. He’s waiting for my answer even though I can see it’s killing him to stop.
Holding his gaze, I crane my neck so I can capture his lips with mine as I slowly begin to glide my hand up and down his length.
That one single movement is all it takes, and Tyler’s resolve disintegrates as he devours my mouth, each stroke of his tongue possessive and hungry. His hand leaves my hip, as he rolls us onto our sides and runs his finger around the elastic of my panties before dipping within the thin fabric, tracing over the small amount of curls before cupping me, letting me know how much he wants this.
He’s not alone, I crave him in a way I’ve never craved anyone before, his touch on my bare skin
