Breathless Surrender

Vander's fingers threaded into her wet locks as he grasped them in a fist and tilted her head for better access.

She mewled as she squeezed his face making his lips pout. Her finger trailed to his neck as she gently held his nape.

He licked her lips and when she didn't open them he lightly bit her lower lip as she gasped, her lips parting. Taking advantage he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She