The room was a dim, with candle’s flame swirling wildly as it dripped wax onto the cracked saucer, It was 11:40 PM CDT on August 16 one of the hottest days of the month with the heat making their bodies, slicking with sweat as they tangled on the bed.
Then she gets on top of him, thighs clamped tight around his hips, her weight pinning him as she slammed her lips against his.
Keishas cherry lip gloss mixed with Hennessy on his tongue, their kiss a real clash of lips and desire, her breath flowing against his.
She felt it then—his hardness surging beneath her, a thick, insistent pulse against her hot spot through the fabric of his boxers. A slight gasp for air left her during mid-kiss, and she pulled back, hands on his chest as she locked eyes with him.
"Fuck, Ty," she softly said, grinding down on him harder, her hips moving with a rhythm. He groaned, a raw, sound from his throat, his hands gently moving up and down her back, fingers sinking into her flesh like he was trying to brand her. "You tryna me bust, girl," he rasped, voice breaking as he pulled her off of him.
Keisha’s laugh was casual with her nails leaving a starch marks down his chest, straining to break free. The bed was squeaking because of the weight. She kissed him again, fierce and unapologetic, making him swallow his moans as the heat between them ignited into something uncontrollable.