I don't know how long we stayed in this position, sitting on Williams' lap and curled like a ball, resting my head against his chest. His hand firmly on my waist, the other going up and down my hair in a slow motion that felt so smooching.
It was hard to believe he was the one who handled me quite roughly last night with his advances, I wasn't complaining though, I loved every minute of it and welcomed everything he had to offer. Even as confused by his raw actions... but I can't deny every bit of that moment was not passionate because it was, I could even still feel his hands all over me, the penetration of his fingers and his tongue bringing me pleasure.
It was all I could think about.
William's aura cooled me down and the hotness was long gone but I didn't want to part with him yet and the silence was satisfying to me. I didn't want it to end, this moment was special, his repeated action of running his hand through my hair.
