"See," I know I'm blushing with a victorious and girlish smile on my face, "It wasn't that hard," I shrug.
"You have no idea how hard it has gotten." He murmurs in a low voice, with his eyes still shut close.
He is talking about something else, isn't he? I'll be extremely dumb to say I'm ignorant of what he means.
And maybe it's the kind of wind blowing tonight. Maybe there's something daring in it and that thing has intoxicated me from the moment I woke up from that stupid dream, and it pushed me to come seeking him, then laying with him, having him hold me in his arms, kissing him…
And now, that unknown thing blowing in the night air is possessing me again, making me act without thinking… Maybe I'm thinking. I am.
I really am.
And I'm thinking, right now, I want to slide my hips a little lower, till I feel his hardness. I must be mad, right?
