I can't say for sure what drives us into a frenzy, but our hands burn with energy, our eyes with intensity.
I trace his lips with my tongue, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Our hands collide as we work quickly, trying desperately to make sure we are both ready.
And how ready we are.
His hand is the one that rolls the condom down my length – and the one that brushes my hand away impatiently as his legs wrap around me.
"Now, Jasper… please…" he whispers hoarsely, biting my lip with a groan when I press into him.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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