His teeth are leaving marks along my skin.
His hands are lost in my hair.
His voice is making a mess of my already flustered state.
The hunger and want that has built up over the past few months were now reaching its boiling point and I felt like one false move and I would come undone.
His lips trailed slowly down my neck to my shoulder and as a groan slipped from his mouth at the revelation of my need for him, I tried to bite back my own. It was still early and even though we were engulfed in darkness, my neighbors could still hear us.
"Jon, we need to stop."
"Why?" He murmurs, kissing my face while his hands slip past my protective barriers to caress my now, hot skin.
"We're outside."
"Then let's go inside."
"No, we need to stop... Would you please stop kissing me? I can't focu
