Riding in Lust
I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made.
“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions.
I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.
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