Chapter 7 - Hands Down The Best 'O'

~ Andrea ~

“No. I...I don’t think I can do this,” I said, putting my hands in between us and pushing him slightly backward.

Huh! Finally! Some sense coming back to me.

But that didn’t so much as linger. It was immediately tossed out of the door when Eriol cupped my butt and effortlessly lifted me up. He strode to my bed and arranged me there. Without delay, he launched himself on top of me and brought his lips back into mine. It was a slow kiss at first, but then it became hard when his tongue darted inside my mouth.

On impulse, I sparred with it. I had to reciprocate since his kisses were so good.

He sucked my tongue. Made a tornado out of it. And then massaged it with heavenly grace. The twirling of his tongue was similar to a symphony of orchestra; playful and engaging, and I was certainly a captivated audience.

Eriol’s hand moved down my thighs and with precision, gathered the hem up to my abdomen. I felt