LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
I had spent months imagining this, stalking him, picturing what was under those professional shirts and slacks, but the reality was overwhelming.
He stepped closer, the heat radiating off his skin hitting my cheeks. He reached down, his fingers threading firmly through my hair, and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him, my neck exposed and vulnerable.
Slowly, he brought the head of his member to my lips, brushing the sensitive skin with a torturous touch. The scent of him like musk and sandalwood filled my senses, making my head swim.
"You've been following me for months, Ria," he whispered. "You've watched me from the shadows, wondered what I tasted like, haven't you?"