voice torn?—
“My heart, it’s gone.
“I think it’s stuck in your body somewhere.”
“Touch me,” I breathe out before I second guess it.
His smile slips away, eyes jumping to mine.
His mouth’s still glistening and swollen red.
“Slowly,” I say,
nudging my trembling lips against his.
He grabs my hips, pinning me against him,
my legs wrapping around his waist.
Then he stands, lifting me off the bed.
My pussy grinds into his abs,
drags hot across the slope of his stomach,
leaving slick behind like a trail of spit.
Then he’s sitting on the edge,
taking me with him.
I’m straddled and spread across his lap.
One of his hands is at the back of my head,
the other on my hip,
and he pulls me against him, head tilting in,
tongue heavy and soaked as it sweeps into my mouth.
My body’s screaming—I want more.
I want himdeep.
I want himmeltinginside my body.
I want himfillingthe ache to make it go away.
I want himshaking,
fallingapart,
seeing stars.
Which is disgusting.
What’s wrong with me.
