The rush of my blood echoes in my veins, a rhythmic pulse syncing with the intoxicating dance of his lips.
My mouth becomes a desert, aching for the quenching touch of his. Heat spreads like wildfire, igniting an inferno that engulfs every morsel of my exposed skin.
I find myself caught in a tempest of longing, where each breath is laden with the promise of sweet surrender.
Liam unzips his pants, and the fact that I am just imagining it, not seeing it, makes the experience more exciting.
“you are so mine.” he says, caressing my ass.
“I am yours,” I say, groaning, not necessarily because I am your possession, but because, right now, I do not belong to anyone else. I do not even belong to myself.
He slides his knees between mine, positioning himself behind me, slowly placing his c**k
