*Isadora*
The way he kisses me is as different from the way he rolled up my sleeves as possible. It is neither slow, controlled or very civilized. It is downright frenzied and his sinful groans are followed by his tongue tracing the bow of my upper lip, before slipping inside where it meets my own with unmatched fervor.
It can’t be described as just a kiss. It is a feast of passion, as each nip and lick creates a searing sensation flooding through me down to the tips of my toes.
How is it even possible that his mistrations towards one small part of me can make my entire body feel like lightning is dancing along my skin ? Why is every nerve coiling and twisting into a pattern of pleasure and sensations ?
Desperately trying to steady myself I clasp my free hand onto his shoulder, digging
