Branson Williams
My tongue meets his, in a fierce kiss.
He loves me?
What am I supposed to say? I can't force the words through my lips, but I know I care about him, alot. More than anything. Our kiss turns sloppy, before I'm pulling away.
"We should go back inside" I pant, my eyes flickering between him. He nods, tugging me along with him. The journey back upstairs is a blur, blood is rushing to my ears. And d**k.
He's pushing open the door to his room, and I'm right behind him. Kicking the door shut, my hands are back in his hair as i devour him. His tongue, his lips are all between my teeth. I'm nipping, sucking, pulling anything to get him closer.
His hands are roaming my body, shoving my sweats down my legs along with my boxers. I start to do the same, but he's dropping to
