“Hello,” I mumble hoarsely, and take a step towards her.
“Hello. Is everything okay?”
Her voice keeps stopping, and it looks like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. I suddenly have ideas what she could do with them… Beast that I am.
“Uh-huh. E-e-everything’s okay.” Regardless of the massive hardness in my pants that bothers me day and night, everything’s fine – I add, albeit in thought.
“Did you manage to arrange what you wanted to?” she asks, holding onto the kitchen counter with one hand, while licking her lower lip, which really ruins me.
Without taking my eyes off her, I step up to her and grab her wrist. I’m not in the mood for diplomacy, I can hardly control myself. All I hear in my head is that I f*****g need to kiss into those lush, moist lips, or I lose my mind right
