A taste....... and the count down is at 2.

“Is this position okay for you? You'll have to tell me if something is painful." Gus said, before renewing his attack on her mouth. With one hand tangled in her curls, almost to the point of pain, he positioned her head for a better angle, the other hand had a firm clasp on her ample ass. She couldn’t tell if she was coming or going anymore. The taste of him, beer, and something inherently male, was intoxicating. The feel of his stubble over her skin rubbing through the wetness his soft lips just left behind, was sexy as hell to her. He placed open-mouthed kisses all along her jaw to her neck. Every part of her body was coming alive, he was awakening all of her nerve endings. Stretching her head back to try and give him maximum access, she groaned at the wet slide of his tongue along her neck as he alternated with nips, and then sharp bites on her skin. She was losing herself in the contrast of sensations he was evoking. All the while, she was pushing herself on his hard cock, grinding her core on him in a steady, strong, pulsing rhythm, driving herself insane with lust. She was reaching, swivelling her hips, trying to spread her labia on the hard ridge of his fly, through her jeans, just to get more friction. She was getting so frantic; her hands clawing at his hair, wanting more.