228 Beautiful*

~ JAYAH ~

Jayah gave a small squeak of surprise, bracing on his stomach to find her balance… but she was straddling him.

He lay beneath her, his eyes hooded and hazed with desire, his hands now climbing her thighs, her sides, his thumbs brushing her already hard nipples.

Jayah smiled and arched into his touch—the movement taking her against him and over him so that they both hummed with pleasure. From here she could push back his shirt to lay her hands on the flat of his chest, following the lines of muscles down his sides…

He twitched when she played fingers along his ribs, then pulled her down into a kiss that brought her even harder against him.

This time when she sat up, he tugged her forward so that she was open over him. And once she'd found her balance, she braced on his chest and began to roll her hips, rubbing herself slowly against him. Both of them began to breathe more deeply, more desperately.