I do not know why I let him bring me here. But maybe somewhere inside, I know we already crossed that line and I want this just as much as he does.
He drives fast the whole way back. The second we get inside, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hard.
I let myself get lost in it, holding onto his shoulders, feeling his muscles move under my hands. It feels good knowing I can make him feel good too.
His tongue is in my mouth, moving with mine, making wet sounds. I moan and lift my leg a little, rubbing against him because I need more.
I can not help it. I want him on me, closer than this.
He groans. "f**k. If you keep doing that, this dress is not going to make it."
"What?" I laugh, teasing him. "You are going to rip my clothes again? With your teeth?"
I am still mad about him
