Taylor’s P.O.V.
This time, it was my lips that met his, as I grabbed control of the moment. It was my teeth that playfully bit down on his shoulder. It was my fingertips that trailed down his sides in order to grab his shirt and pull it over his head. I had felt so out of control all f*****g day, and right now, I wanted to have full control, by controlling this moment. By fully controlling him. And I controlled every single ounce of him, as my hand slid underneath the waistband of his boxers and I found him rock hard and ready for me. There was such an intensity in our actions, an urgency, a need and desire. I ached and hurt and burned for this man laying on top of me, wanting his hands and the stubble on his cheeks on every inch of my body. His boxers come off, my bra got unhooked. It wa
