to slow down.
His other hand leaves the wall
and slides up, up,upmy chest…
Until his palm is at my throat,
holding me flush to him.
Then his mouth finds the base of my neck,
kissing, sucking, losing himself there.
My pulse flicks hard against his thumb.
And God,I want him.
Moreof him.
More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
I want to hear him.
See him.
Taste him.
Feel him come undone in my hands.
I glance back.
Our eyes meet.
And the second I turn in his arms,
his hands follow.
My back hits the wall.
He hits me?—
body to body, chest to chest.
His helpless smile lands against my forehead.
His fingers barely breathe before they’re back between my thighs.
Stroking me.
Pushing inside me.
Filling me again.
His cock is straining painfully tight against his zipper.
I'm fighting the urge to touch him.
I’ve never cared to touch anyone.
