[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT!]
Imani arched her neck, practically melting under Lucas mouth's assault on her boob. She felt hot all over, just like the mouth that was latched onto that sensitive area and making her unable to form a thought. The pleasure was building friction within her, and he was the only anchor she had to keep her from going mindless. This was one hell of a first time because she had never been touched like this... well she had been but she couldn't think about that right now, and she still couldn't believe that this was happening.
"Lucas," she muttered in a breathy voice as more heat pooled between her thighs. She tightened her legs around him, dying to get a little more friction against his hardness. As if he knew what she needed, one of his hands went to her ass and he thrust his hips right where she needed him.