When I split from her, Julia moans. She looks down on me, and she bites her lower lip.
Maybe, I've screwed it up.
«Are you done?» she inquires, her tone slightly colder than usual. «If you are, remember what your first intention was...»
Oh, right. Now that I'm not controlled by thirst, I can risk doing what I've thought a bit too often these last few days.
Breakdowns are so complicated. It's a mixture of all the feelings and urges one can experience.
I lick the place where the wounds are closing, and I collect the last few drops of blood. Julia sighs and leans back, looking at the ceiling a bit helplessly.
I know, I know... I'm so slow.
I peck her knee again, and she sighs. I move up, and her mood improves. Maybe, it's not wise to rush like this.
Yet, I can't stop. My body guides me up on her leg, kissing every inch. When I reach the rim of her panties, I clench the elastic band between my teeth and pull.
