As his hands tangled in her red mane, all he could see was the way her blonde hair curled down her back, the way her thick eyelashes sloped upwards as she looked up at him with unadulterated adoration.
As his hands squeezed her hips so hard he would probably leave bruises, all he could picture was his hand up her shirt. His hard-on, visible through his jeans.
As she palmed him through his boxers, all he could think about was how he was probably touching her right now. How her back was probably arching up to meet him.
As she left love bites on his chest, all he could hear was how she was probably moaning his name. How he was probably whispering dirty things in her ear.
As he let his hands wander her body, all he could imagine was his tongue battled in her mouth. How she tangled her fingers in his hair. The way her hands traveled up his body.
As he moved inside her, all he could think about was how he wished it was her.
Her, staring at him with nothing but love in her golden gaze.
His hand, slithering up her shirt, feeling those curves with his hands instead of his eyes.
He being allowed to touch her anywhere he wanted.
Her back arching because of the things he was doing to her.
His name leaving those lips in a low moan.
All the world of dirty things he would whisper in her ears.
Her tongue entering his mouth, battling for dominance.
Her hands combing through his hair, rubbing against his body.
Her body, that he was wrapped up in.
Her, that he would wake up to in the morning.
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Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
RomanceShannon Bennet has been in love with her best friend, Astley Rue for as long as she can remember. She never doubted it, she just knew. But Astley is the poster child for 'Stupid Boy'. He has no clue, and Shannon hasn't got the guts to tell him how s...
