Elara

My heart began racing, and my fingers twitched as I tried to control myself from begging for more. It felt so good, his touches, his caresses, his kisses. They felt like eternity, and I didn’t want him to stop.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he carried me to the living room, our lips still locked in desperate hunger. When we reached the couch, our lips finally separated, but only for a moment. I wasted no time tugging at his shirt, and once it was off, I reached for his pants. ...