Billie Bob Taylor
Benedito's hands on me made my skin burn. His touch always excited my body and even though we had not been living together for ten days, the week before our fight we still had not been that intimate with each other because I would be in pain.
It took a lot out of me not to give into him. His warm body on my back and his hands over my stomach. He must have thought I put my hands over his just so I could hold his hands, but I was trying desperately hard to centre myself.
He was right here, it would not hurt for him to quickly take me on the island like how he had constantly done back in the house or on the couch where I had practically sat on his lap moments prior. The flashes were so intense in my head that my laboured breathing must have alerted him something was wrong.
"Bobby?" he whispered into my ear as I squeezed my eyes shut.
