Vanessa

I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling his rock-hard abdominal muscles. We continue kissing. Suddenly, the kiss isn't passionate but needy and messy.

It's my first needy, messy kiss—and I love it.

I move my palms to his back, caressing him.

Brent slides his left hand underneath my skirt and lace panties to squeeze my butt cheek.

Suddenly, his middle finger dips into my core.

I gasp, then moan.

Brent breaks the kiss, leaving a ...