It must have been him, can’t really remember, but the hug stretch just a minute too long, we almost break the contact, we hold each other at arm’s length, tease, laugh, search, stare, then plunged his hands were on my face, palms shaping me, his rough thumbs rubbing across my lips, it’s not cold though and it wasn’t fear too that make me shudder. I gripped, looking for balancing, taking, giving, dying inside. His fingers dig into my hair, we seemed to be feasting on each other, there was a wilderness, a need, hunger only the ultimate joining could quench, but he seems to be in no hurry. My body arch offering more, he groans, grip my hips. The prick of my teeth on his sensitive skin had his blood heating beating hotter…. Katie Kamara 2013
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 05:40:02 +0000