45. Surrender

Laura - The house in the suburbs

I can’t deny the longing and the tug at my heartstrings that his presence brings every time. But our circumstances haven’t changed. And besides, what's happening now isn't a genuine connection, nor a lasting one. What am I thinking? I shouldn’t want more than this.

The more time passes, and he’s playing with my senses, the more my mind gets foggy. Concentration woven with indescribable thrills, my body shudders with delights I’ve never experienced before.

“What do you want, Laura?” His question beats a steady rhythm in my eardrums even though his mouth is too busy to repeat it.

His tongue is working its magic, making me melt like butter. I try my best to not let him see my rapture, though maybe that’s impossible. So I strive to not let lewd sounds come out of my mouth. No man has ever given me so much attention; no one has ever made me feel like this.

A hand presses against my hip, and I feel his warmth seeping through my skin. His fingers trace along