"Awn, Leo—, hm, Ahh," This is so good. So, so good. I can't deny it. More. I want more. His hands like blazing fire are moving on every part of my body. Running over my nape and into my hair, taking a handful of my hair between his fingers. Pulling me by my hair, it stings, but in the most deliciously painful way possible. Moving over the fullness of my breasts, his palm so strong, rough and huge. Covering my breasts , squeezing, teasing, running over my nipple till I can feel it harden like rock.
His lips are no different than his hands. His lips are worse even. They move over and inside my mouth, pushing back any cry of protest I might have. Trailing over my neck, my ears, the valley of my breasts. Teasingly his tongue plays over the darkish pink areola of my breasts. I'm wild, I'm going wilder with desire. The desire he's evoking within me.
