SOFIA
He dragged his lips across my soft skin and nibbled at my hip bone. I paused and chewed my lip in thought.
“Mmmmm...Yes, Joaquin.” I gripped his hair in my hands. We never got a chance to eat dinner. He told me I was his meal. It was the reason why my dress was thrown on the floor with my heels, as I was arching my back, and gripping the back of his head. He was still clothed and running his tongue up my inner thigh. Logic faded a long time ago when I agreed to get in the car and let him take me to the party. There was something so explosive about our interactions. A deep gravitational pull where both of us needed to be in each other’s presence. Was I a fool? Probably. But neither of us could change the turn of events with me in his bed as he skimmed his fingers over my wet s*x. I
