I Need Her

“Julianna,”

His tongue rolled around my nipples. His hand slid down the front of my worn cotton panties and I moan. His fingers rolled up and down my wet folds before teasing my clit.

He kissed me. He’s so gentle with my mouth but his fingers aren’t as kind. They stroked me up and down as he pinned me back against a wall. It’s cold against my back. An art print of a covered bridge rattles and nearly falls off its nail.

“I came to understand the truth,” he whispered in my ear. His fingers slide inside and I moaned deep and low as a thrum of pure bliss rolls into my hips.

“What’s the truth?” I managed to ask. My fingers dig into his muscular back. It’s heaven, touching him again and being touched. It’s something I never thought I’d even get a second change at after my escape, but now that we’re here, now that he’s teasing and kissing and making me feel incredible, I’ll savour every moment.

“I need you. I can’t live without you. I don’t know how, or what you did to me, but you’re mine, J