Arianna
I knew Kier would take his time. I knew he’d told me that being intimate was supposed to feel good, but I’d never guessed that it would feel THAT good. I was shocked when the heat that was building in my core like a hot furnace, exploded in my body. I had grabbed on to Kier’s body, holding him as my own body felt like it was shattering into millions of pieces.
Then he’d kissed me and slowly helped my body piece itself together again. After that, what was left?
Apparently, there’s more. A lot more.
I know he’s watching me to make sure I’m okay with everything he’s doing, but I also get the impression that he likes my body, likes watching how I’m reacting to his touch.
“Did you like that?”
“That was ...” What do I say? There are no words for what that was. No words that I know
