Luca
Geneva is like fire in my arms. For each nip and bite I tease her with, she gives back, letting all she has out, ready to accept and gift everything in return.
I chase her lips in the darkness and she opens them for me, accepting my tongue with eagerness I never imagined. We kiss like we’ve done this our entire lives - the perfect sync of people who were made for each other. Geneva plays with me, her own tone chasing mind, engaging in a game as old as time, making my head spin. I am a trembling, needy mess against her. I want her, need her, like I’ve never needed anything in my life. My hands are roaming her body, because it is mine now and I am greedy to learn every inch of her, to live my scent on her like I am some wild beast marking his territory like this.
Her dress is unbutt
