I’m busy, busy,busyexploring him.
His harsh terrains against my soft planes.
My bare curves against his clothed ones.
My nipples dragging over his cotton shirt, bumping into his buttons. My upper tummy pressing against his belt buckle. My thighs scraping against his dress pants.
And then there are my hands.
Stroking his shoulders, massaging his neck, tugging on his hair.
And scratching.
I’m scratching everything that I can get my hands on.
I don’t know why I always end up doing that, scratching him like I’m a cat in heat. But he seems to love it. He seems to love it so much that he growls into my mouth. Then his own hands, that were focused on keeping me all still while he drinks from my mouth, move.
And do the same.
His rough, warm hands in my hair, around my neck, down my sides.
Coming back up to pinch the side of my tits.
At which point I moan.
I even scream I think, in his mouth, when his fingers make contact with my heavy breasts. And when he growls in response, I shift restlessly against him because I want more.
Because I want him to do that again, growl like an animal and squeeze my tits.
I want him to squeeze my pussy even.
Like, I want him to stick his hand between my thighs and do what he’s doing to my breasts right now, rub and stroke and work it with his rough, fighter fingers.
I want him to work my pussy.
I want him to fuck my pussy too.
And oh my God, have I mentioned in all of this, that he’s so hot?
That his mouth is so warm and heated and a ball of fire. His body is too and I’m sweating and shivering and going all flushed and breathless.
I’m going all crazy.
My thoughts are all broken up and I’m thinking things in half-sentences and completely out of order to make any sense out of them.
Plus I’m so wet.
Down there I mean.
I’m all sticky and creamy and feverish.
Andwet.
Did I mention wet? And…
Suddenly, I’m not thinking anything as air rushes into my lungs as an unwelcome intruder. Because he’s broken the kiss. He’s also picked me up in his arms and I’m so dazed that I don’t even remember my feet leaving the ground and my thighs coming up to wrap themselves around his slim hips.
“What…” I pant into his mouth.