Longing [2]
Lincoln's hands roamed around her half-naked body. From pinching and caressing her shoulders to grazing his nails on her thighs, he was feeling every curve of it while kissing her lips fervently.
Tiffany can't help but muffle a whine against his lips. Her body was becoming hotter minute by minute as the man continuously ran his palm on her delicate skin. She can already feel the air shortage from kissing his plump lips a little too long, let alone the fact that the presence of his tongue was barely even there.
Eventually, it was Lincoln who broke the kiss. Tiffany huffed for air while he plant wet kisses on her jaw and then through her neck and shoulders. He would occasionally nip and bite her skin, leaving a few reddish marks behind. There were even instances when he would dig his teeth a little deep into her soft skin.
"Lincoln," Tiffany softly whined. Her eyebrows deeply furrowed.