Serina
It is dark, not just because there is no light on in the room but because my eyes are closed. I feel the goosebumps rise from my ankles to my shoulders. I feel the butterflies in my stomach, as they flutter and settle as a warm need between my legs.
Dom removed my dress as soon as we entered the room and I am completely nude underneath. His tongue drags from my shoulder up my neck and around the outer shell of my ear. Then he growls in my ear. The goosebumps raise even higher and the pool of need grows wetter.
Will I ever get tired of this? Will it ever stop being such a turn on from a single touch? Contemplating the answers to these questions eludes me when my ear lobe and neck are being savaged by his talented mouth. My knees give out and then I am being lifted.
