Damien
Help her remember.
Ella's fingers gripped the sheets as my kisses neared her core. Spreading her knees apart, I teased her warm, wet p***y with my tongue. As her hips bucked, I remembered the text message I'd sent. Moving my kisses higher, I climbed over her until our lips met. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling me toward her. We were two people hungry for one another.
Ravished.
Starved.
Ella was no innocent spectator in this tango.
Her passion knew no bounds as she reached for my shirt, hastily undoing the buttons. With the shirt gaping open, I leaned over her, bringing my nose to hers. “I remembered something else."
Her eyes opened, giving me a magical and quizzical view.
“What do you remember?"
“A text message I sent you."
Thoughts swirled in her orbs befo
