Damien
After the call ended, I tried to distract myself but the warmth from the mood earlier was still in my head and had successfully rested on my erection.
I needed to have a taste of her tonight. Anything, as long as she was in my arms.
When I kissed her, she tasted so good, there was an inane urge to bind our bodies together—the feeling was so primal I was so close to losing every ounce of control.
I didn't even know which one of us moved first, but when her lips parted under mine, the noise that left her throat was so fucking hot. My hand found her jaw, tilting her face closer until our noses brushed.
She gasped, and that single sound made my pulse hammer against my ribs. I wanted to be her undoing—bare her before me and fuck her senseless.
The last time had been absolutely amazing but now, all I could think of was the future orgasms I wanted her to experience under my touch.
