Spice. Musk. Warmth. Skin under my fingertips, skin that isn't mine. A definite hard-on under my ass this time and no way he can deny that. The sound of him whispering in my ear a litany of dirty things he wants to do to me.
Heart racing. Thighs clenching. No, make that thighs trying to clench but they are hanging open with his own thigh thrust up between them. His hands are gripping mine, dragging them in slow caresses over my stomach and breasts. I'm holding on, distancing myself and gaining control, up until his tongue is flicking my earlobe and he rests his teeth on the muscle between my shoulder and neck and bites down. My insides explode with lust, my pussy fucking salivating for him, and I'm out again.
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Narcolepsy (A Love Story)
RomanceI don't get to have feelings, good or bad, not if I want to function. • • • • • • • • • "Just tell people. They might surprise you." "They never surprise me. And they never look at me the same. It's a joke, or it's a weakness, or I'm a freak show."...
