Silent Solitude

~ Sinfully depraved, Anastasia and Christian are drawn to each other like the cliché moth and flame. They can't take it any longer when they finally decide to have a taste of each other. ~

They hover over my naked breasts; I travel them across my hard nipples. Coating them in the sugary thick liquid; laving them. Suddenly, I pinch them.

Oh. The sensation is sharp but delicious.

He swallows hard. His eyes are permanently glued to the erotic display infront of him, making him disable and paralysed to any motion or coherent thought.

I don't stop it. I rake my fingers further down, between my ribs, down my stomach, circling my belly button.

Ohhh, his breathing is labored.