#Chapter83
No! I want the passion and the hunger, the fast clothes ripping and heated motion of seconds ago. I want him to lose control in the way I am.
I groan and pull him down on top of me, trying to make that clear. Forcing the inner voices away in a surge of stubborn passion. The intensity of this burning longing overpowers me as he goes for my throat, kissing and trailing his warm breath across my skin, goosebumps forming while I writhe and squirm under him in desperation. He pulls what’s left of my skirt free and casually tosses it aside. Confident in what he’s doing, a sign of his /"sexpertease/" and experience. His hands are at the lace of my panties, and I mentally thank Donna for her love of buying me sexy black lingerie.
Or not!
