“Take me, Uno.” I murmured. Take me, now.”
Uno grunted, gripping on my hips tightly, his lips were back on my skin, started to kiss all over my wetness. Everywhere but the one place my body was begging to touch. I whined at the anticipation. Uno smiled against the inside of my thigh. This sexy nerd’s enjoying my torture.
Uno gave me another look, “Are you sure?” he asked.
I threw my head back. “Yes, Uno. Please…” I begged, my voice filled with want, desire and need. The way I breathily said his name did it, and his mouth once again captured mine. It was a battle between our tongues, each fighting for dominance, while our lower body rubbed against each other, easing the tight pressure.
I felt like I was on top of the damn world. Of course, I had touched myself before, but having the real thing was so much more different, especially with Uno, so much more pleasure.