I kissed Wyatt's lips suddenly but he pulled away.

"Does this mean you've forgiven me?"

"Shut up," I commanded gently and kissed him again, this time he smooched me back with eagerness. His arms roamed inside my shirt and I was the one to pull away from him.

"Did you dress me in this?" I asked and he gave me a boyish smile. I hit him playfully,

"Pervert," I tried to get off him but he pulled me back and placed kisses on my neck, it was warm and nice, and my hands caressed his broad shoulders. My pussy was moist as I felt his shaft harden under his pants....