Chapter ten:
He carries me to the bed, french kissing me, and lays me on the cool sheets then covers my body with his. His weight is anchoring, secure and solid. I rest my hands on his shoulders, feeling the power in the muscles, then his ass. This doesn't seem like a dream that vanishes when you blink, but one that you can hold on to.
Still french kissing each other more harder than ever before, to the point where we can both barely breathe. I've heard of drugging, addictive french kissing, but I never realized what they were until now. My head is pulsing with every beat of my heart. Then finally, he's moving down my body, nippling, tasting. Unquenchable fire seems to burn in my gut, so hot I feel like I'm about to combust.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. I arch of the bed, a strangled scream caught in my throat. It's insane how much I want him. It's like my body is no longer mine to control. It can only feel and obey what he's doing to me- the friendship and crazy attraction between us.
You taste amazing, Hayley, I love every inch of you. He slips one of his long, agile fingers between my thighs. You're so wet. So slick. He replied.
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