Intense.
They lock onto mine, and something passes between us.
Something strong.
Something electric.
Something passionate.
Something I can't name but feel in everycell of my body.
I don't say anything.
I just move.
I position myself on his lap, one leg on each side of him, straddling him.
I can feel him already hardening beneath me.
My bare pussy makes contact with his pants, and I'm soaked—the wetness seeping through the fabric immediately.
A sharp breath escapes him.
His hands move.
One lifts to my thigh, his palm warm and rough against my skin, caressing slowly.
The other slides up my back, beneath the t-shirt he put on mewhile I was healing.
Skin to skin.
His fingers spread across my back, and the heat between us is unbearable.
Our eyes stay locked.
The tension is electric.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" he asks quietly, his voice rough, controlled but barely.
I lean in close, my lips brushing against his ear.
"I have to thank my savior," I whisper.
And then I kiss him.
Hard.
Passionate.
My tongue slides into his mouth, and he responds immediately—his hand tightening on my thigh, his other hand pressing against my back, pulling me closer.
Heat floods through me.
I press my body against his, grinding down, and I can feel my arousal soaking through his pants.
My clit throbs against the hard bulge beneath me.
He groans into my mouth.
