Touch Me

I shoved his pants down.

He kicked off his botts and stepped from them.

The sunlight playing over his bronzed body. And emphasizing every muscle. A glaze of sweat lingered on his skin. Making him glisten like sunlight on water.

I turned my hand and dragged my nails up his abdomen and along his chest.

He was still staring down at me in confusion. His arms stiffly at his sides.

Because I’d made it clear I didn’t want his touch.

Now I was yearning for it.

But I’d have rather died than admit it.

I caught him intimately in my hands. Feeling how his soft, velvety skin immediately began to harden beneath my touch. Rising to obey my commands.

I pushed him backward.

He took a long step.

I shoved him again.

He stumbled back another step.

I caught the top of his shoulders and yanked him down.

He obediently looked up at me as he lowered to rest on his elbows. Stretching his