APHRODISIA
The Penaholic
My breath ache , heavy with need — need to be touched, fondled , licked…
“ Good thing you’re just as hungry as I am , Mami. I’m not really in the mood to pick on my food.”
He’s making an analogy with food and it should sound innocent but it’s the dirtiest thing I have heard in a while. My body hums with electricity, ears whooshing with blood violently rushing through me. One hand pinches a hard nipple through my clothes and I melt into his arms. We share a heated look filled with anticipation, the air around us charged with something strong. He claims my lips without warning and I match his pace, sucking on each other’s lips like two starving people.
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