We came back home after midnight. My lust was insatiable. I jumped on Michael as soon as we were inside. We did it on the kitchen table, on the sofa and eventually on the bed. We tasted every inch of each other and tried every position possible. Michael was exhausted, but not me. I was still hungry, still itching, still yearning for more.
I barely recognized myself. I’ve never been like this. I had no idea why this was happening. Was it a hormonal thing, or was it a Michael thing?
Every time I looked at him, I felt heat all the way to the ends of my hair.
All I wanted to do is be with him. It felt obsessive.
Why was I being obsessive? I just met the guy!
I didn’t care. I couldn’t concentrate. And I didn’t want to sleep.
But he did. There he was, looking gorgeous in the moonlight
