Gray
This woman was made for me, and I knew without doubt that she'd be the death of me.
Her soft moans, her breathless sighs, the way she had legs latched around me, her small hands greedily roving every inch of my clothed body like she couldn't get enough of me. Her palms and fingers burned through the fabric of my shirt like they were trying to embed themselves into the core of my soul.
And they did things to me.
They didn't only flame up my entire body. They didn't only magnify my arousal. They made me hungrier for her, heightening the pace of our heated kiss as I knocked a few things over, leading us to her room. My legs kicked the door open, my hands squeezing her ass, causing her to moan against me.
Our shredded, ache-filled breath tainted the length and breadth of the room, sm
