Silence reigns for long seconds, his eyes searching mine as he bites his lip.
Desire, longing, uncertainty, need, tenderness - all reflecting back at me.
"Please," I whisper.
He lets out a whoosh of air, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
Repeating his earlier words, he murmurs, "Whatever you want, baby."
His kiss fuels the fire I feel building inside of me, one that's been dormant too long.
I whimper as my hands roam his chest, bunching up his shirt. Only when I can go no further do we break apart to remove it, reconnecting almost at once.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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Heating up..me likey.
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