DON'T BE A RUMPLESTILKIN
My eyes fly open tensing beneath the intimate yet delicate touches of his tongue against flesh that knew not this type of attention. It's foreign yet sensual, catastropic because his determination will end both of us. Tiny nips sends the stars and moon spiraling arcoss my vision and I grip the bed beneath me, needing something to ground me to some form of physicality. My hips move instinctive towards him, his hand wrapping tighter around me to keep me in place.
Words garbled in my mouth, backed up in my throat by his consistent torture. How had I not known he was able to do this all along?? No, I was barely holding on by a thread as it was much more to have been at his constant mercy.
"Gray....gray" I fought to catch my breath, squirming and twisting, my nails finding his shoulder, digging into them with every fervor of his assault.
A scream suddenly slips past my lips, my hands quicker than my thoughts, slaps across my mouth to force them once again down my
