NYC [2]

"Damian," Loraine softly called out his name but he was slowly losing his ability to think straight and listen to whatever she wants to say. 

He withdrew his hand from Loraine's underwear and suddenly hooked his arms underneath her knees. When he got up from their sitting position, he made sure that Loraine's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist just the same time her arms encircled his neck. 

Ever so carefully, Damian leads them both to Loraine's room. His feet still knew every turn around her apartment that he could walk with his eyes closed while carrying the lady at the same time. 

His lips kept on feasting at her soft skin. Licking and nibbling a particular spot on her neck before protruding the tip of his tongue on her earlobe. His hands were securely placed on her buttocks to support her weight and maintain her balance as she was hanging on his body.