Lila
Her skin was a night sky and his fingers lit fireworks everywhere he touched. He groaned a deep, tearing sound in his chest that vibrated against her back when his hands found her back.
"Fuck, Lila," he rasped in her ear, his lips and tongue tasting her even as his hands explored her softest places. "You're so ready for me."
"I want you, Dane. Always. I'm always ready for you," she whispered the confession. "Every day. Every time you look at me, I'm ready." He moaned like she was hurting him, but she could feel him behind her, hard and hot, as he started to shake and pressed into her back.
"Get on the bed," he said, but even as she started to crawl up, he lifted her from behind, positioning her on all fours, his breath shuddering as he used one hand to stroke between her legs, while the other cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple.
