Anna. Anna. Anna.
My blood rushed with just the thought of her. I still felt hot and was very much bothered by our time together. Over and over I kept thinking about her soft skin, her teasing lips and those eyes that stared up at me. The ghost of her touch went through my hair, my face and on my chest. Her whispering words still played in my head, teasing and sultry.
And it was all it took for me to get drunk on her again.
A different kind of blood rushed down between my thighs, my pants tightening uncomfortably as my c r o t c h became hard once more. It’s something I have long accepted with Anna. As long as she’s on my mind, no matter what way, she will always have me stone hard and gasping for a much needed release.
But our time together, that kiss, it wasn’t just lust filled. It
