25. A Day Off

His kisses were different, it was like he was claiming me. He was rough but gentle at the same time. He was groaning, pushing me back to the wall. He was taking my hands and hold my wrists above my head. I was moaning his name, shuddering under his touches.

"Are you still on pain meds, can I fuck you bare?" He was tracing my neck with his kisses, his other hand was caressing my nipple.