Nyla
When Ezekiel finally left my room that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything we had done.
Even as I prepared a late snack in the kitchen, my mind kept replaying the way his fingers felt inside me, the way he praised me, the way his mouth devoured me until I was shaking and moaning his name. My cheeks burned as I stood at the counter, biting my lip. Oh my goodness…
I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face between my thighs, heard his deep groans, and felt his hands squeezing my breasts. My body was still sensitive, still tingling. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before sleep finally claimed me.
The next morning, I woke up with the same thoughts swirling in my head. My whole body still felt the ghost of his touch. I remembered what he
