He hadn’t touched me. Like he had said, he hadn’t laid a finger on me but now it wasn’t him who wanted to touch me, it was me who needed him to put his hands on me, to feed me my desires, to give me what my body was aching for. I needed it. I needed him.
“Please.”
My voice hoarse and begging, I pleaded for him to take me. To give me the one thing I never thought I’d ever have to beg for.
“Please, touch me. Do something, anything, to me.”
And I didn’t need to ask twice, almost like he had been waiting for this, he looked down at my body, there was a hint of complete and pure desire behind his dark orbs as he stripped out of his shirt and slowly began to undo his belt and like a wild rabid animal, I lay there spreading my legs further for him as I awaited his touch, I couldn’t believe th
