Theo pushes me into the wall the second we leave the deck and get inside the suite. He kisses my lips, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, tasting every inch of it and I love it.
I moan as I lift my leg to rub it against his thigh and he grabs it and lifts it up to his waist. All the while his tongue is not stopping thrusting in my mouth.
His hand caresses my bare thigh and leaves goosebumps in its wake, I pull at his neck-length inky hair and he groans my name, "Vee..."
I gasp when he rolls his hips against my center. There's a heady musky smell clouding us that makes this whole situation more sensual than what my frazzled libido can handle.
"Goddamn it, Vee..." he murmurs, "You're so fucking hot..."
At his statement, his hands literally roamed my body. His left caresses my bare leg that's around his waist until he reaches my ass under the dress and he squeezes. His right hand goes from my neck to my arm, to the side of my boob, down my waist and digs into my ass.
The movement uplifted me from the ground and made my pelvis grind his bulging erection. Damn was he strong. I was giddy at the prospect of all the fun we could have.
"Right back at 'cha, Lancaster," I praise him as I bite his earlobe.
Considering his lips and teeth were latched to my neck, the side that didn't sport scars, and his hands felt up every inch of my body, I couldn't very much do anything but feel his groaning through me and his bearded jaw pricking my skin.
"Say my name," he whispers in my ear, "Don't call me by my last name when I'm touching you and you're grinding against my hard-on."
"What if I don't feel like it?" I purr while licking the shell of his ear and pulling his hair.
