SCARLETT.
His hands sank into my ass, kneading. No one was in the house and I had given the cook a week's leave, so the house was left to us both.
We kissed fervently, nearly eating out our faces. I pushed myself against him and his back hit the wall of the patio, nearly tipping a base over. But we didn't care. We were too in heat to notice anything.
Tonight, we were quick, fast-paced. I loved how our rhythm changed from time to time. My molten magma was boiling aggressively and threatening to spill over to cause a mess.
He was here to cool it down. He placed my feet on the floor and we both pulled off my dress, leaving me naked.
His eyes lingered on my body, his lips slightly parted. Why did every little gesture from him drive me crazy?
"F*ck. So you mean throughout today, you didn'
