Mara
Without a word, I shifted our positions—pressing him gently back against the wall. His brows lifted slightly, surprised, but he let me take the lead.
I leaned in, kissed the mark I’d left on his neck, and he groaned low in his throat, gripping my waist tightly. His fingers squeezed my ass as I licked a path down his throat, then across the smooth planes of his chest.
I needed to taste him.
I needed to feel him respond beneath my tongue.
Then I travelled with my tongue to one of his n*****s and licked it. His cinnamon scent engulfed me.
Cinnamon had become my favourite flavour, and I could not get enough of it. I paid attention to his body. He moaned, and then I went on my knees.
I took down his shorts and exposed his hardness. He was stiff, ready and mine. I placed him in my
