I’m so hot, but so wet and cold, my teeth chatter as I watch his muscled buttocks flex in the sexiest way a man’s buttocks can flex as he disappears into the bathroom. He lowers me over the comforter, and he drapes the towel over my body, lightly rubbing it over my skin while he ducks his head and whispers, “Let me go get dry.” He drapes a towel over me while I continue clinging, sucking his tongue, nibbling his lips, my blood rushing fast through me like an awakened river as he walks us to the bed. I suck hungrily on his tongue as he turns off the shower and carries us outside. I feel roped to him in a way that makes me certain that nothing can ever pull me back. My skin prickles where we touch as the need builds between us. His closeness, the touch of our flesh, exhilarates me. A low, pleased growl runs through his chest as he lifts me up in the air to align our mouths better. He plunders me, his tongue rubbing and fucking mine.
I gasp as his taste zings through me as he forces my lips apart, sliding one of his hands up to frame my face, locking me in place as he opens me up with the force of his mouth, making me groan and claw at his scalp as I anxiously seek out his tongue with mine.īut he finds me first. My chest starts heaving, my heart hammering, and before I know it, my fingers push into his hair and I pull him to my lips at the same time he slams me back against the shower wall and crushes his mouth with mine. His gaze claws into me, he looks so starved, and I feel rabid. Our gazes hold, and I don’t know who is hungrier, needier, or more desperate.
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