One Hot Night_(0)

Lips, soft and parted slight, ready for hot, passionate kisses, her naturally darker Latina skin glowing with heat as she blushed. Her warm, chocolate brown eyes were half closed, covered by thin, long lashes and the visible parts glazed over with lust. Our breath mingled as my hands fisted in her long, luxurious dark brown hair, thin yet strong arms wrapped around my neck, trying to tug me closer to her, to make me kiss her.
“Ashley,” I whispered, voice ragged and husky, keeping my lips a scant inch from reach.
“Daniel,” she moaned, “stop teasing me, damn it.”
At five-three, I was a scant inch taller, but I used that inch to its advantage, a kiss aimed for the area just above her upper lip, which caused her to groan in frustration. I loved to do this: to tease her. It made the end result wild, untamed, to the point of being nigh-on animalistic. Her fingers clenched in my hair and I watched her, my dark green eyes meeting hers through gold-rimmed glasses.
When our lips finally met, it was explosive. My body went rigid for a split second before I let out a low growl into her mouth and felt her moan in return to the ragged, hungry sound. I grabbed her firm, supple ass, made so by years of running: one of her favorite things to do. Our eyes closed and Ashley wrapped her legs around my waist. She started to move, grinding the softest part of her body against the hardest part of mine, which was currently pumped so full of blood, it hurt. Her hands came between us and rubbed over my chest, then my stomach, before she rubbed the bulge formed in the crotch of my jeans.
I groaned, already sensitized, wanting her touch on my bare skin. Her kisses played over my cheek before dancing down my neck, my head having gone back, eyelids fluttering as sheer pleasure overwhelmed every other sense. Her hand, quickly and surely, dove straight into my jeans and briefs, fingers encircling the long, hardened muscle that was my cock. I thrust at her hand and let out a long breath, hissing between my teeth as her fingers teased along me, sparks shooting before my vision.
“Ashley,” I groaned, “st…stop.