[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Sam eased as his hand that was holding my wrist rested on the soft mattress. Tonight, I'll take charge. It'll be I who would dominate him.
That oath somehow manifested in my heart. Not thinking, but just acting out of instinct.
I felt his shoulder relaxed as I traveled down. His hand ran through my tousled hair, resting on the back of my head.
His chest moved in and out heavily. Just by kissing, sweats formed underhand, making it easier to glide my palms around him. Yet I made sure that he'd feel the heat from my touch.
From his chest down to his firm, center abdomen, I felt him melting each time as my lips and tongue approach. A hiss of satisfaction leaving his lips and traveling just to caress my ears.
Each milestone going south. His body shivered. I liked it. Being in control for once, feeling his every light tremor, and anticipation for what was ahead.
