Can't Think Straight

Robby's thumb pressed against the cupid's bow of Layla's lips, observing them part with ease as striking hazel hues lingered on him intently. The faintest hint of a smirk lingered on his mouth as he closed the distance between them, replacing his thumb with his wanting lips as his touch ghosted across the curve of her powder pink cheekbones in order to draw her flush against his taut and muscular form. 

Heavy lids fell closed behind the thick array of lashes, palm trailing up to cradle the curve of Robby's neck, porcelain canines playfully biting at the brunettes bottom lip to slip his tongue into her mouth. A moan that tumbled out was quickly swallowed by Robby, calloused fingertips carding through thick dirty tendrils as noses bumped against one another in a heated battle. 

"I can't think straight around you," Robby purred out between heated kisses and heavy groans, teeth clashing against one another as large palms cupped her hips to tug Layla firmly into his lap, rolling them over to pin her against the cool wooden floors as his knee parted her thighs to slot his body against her. "This is what you've done to me."

A flirty giggle left Layla's lips as her hips ground up into his bent knee, seducing him with wanton moans as nails dug down the curve of Robby's neck, feeling the muscles contract underneath her fingertips.

"You don't know what you do to me," Taking the hand from her hip, she moved it tantalizingly slow down to the front of her pants with a sparkle of mirth in her glassy eyes. "Touch me more and find out."