Gwen could still feel the tender buss delivered upon her via Deacon along with the hard fixture that was his body pulling her in. She felt the phantom version of his hands linger on her skin, clawing at her clothes, while he brought her onto his lap. The existence of his arousal was evident in the thick shaft that hid beneath dark fabric and bound closed by a zipper. She had never experienced a desire like this-the kind where you are starving without the touch of the other person. Each hour had been set like this, forcing her to endure the consistent hunger for his embrace. It would be five hours until she would be alone with him again. By the time the fire department left from the burning of nearby wood caused from an unattended cigarette, Gwen was allowed to focus her gaze upon Deacon o
