ANASTASIA GRIFFITHS
My back hit against the mosaic tiled wall and he came hard on me with his hard, tall frame, pinning on me. My hands wrapped around his neck. I closed my eyes and welcomed his lips in my mouth.
I don't have much experience in making love. I don't know what to do or how to respond to the touches.
He is exploring my body, not leaving any part of it. From my lips, he went down to my neck, where my weak point is. I tilted my head and let out a soft moan, digging my finger nails in his skin — scratching his back.
"We can't do this." I breathed out, running my hands on his back. I bet he barely heard me, as the water from the faucets were running on our faces, down to our bodies.
"What's stopping us?" Oh God, he heard me?
He lifted me up against the wall. I wrapped
