My throat trembles as I whisper hoarsely, "You. Please."
Just when I think he's going to make me suffer, he releases my hands.
Before I can stop myself, I reach for his length, feeling the thickness of it through his pants.
A satisfied moan passes my lips when I feel his hardness fully in my grasp.
"Oh God," I stammer. He's all man. He's thick and hard and throbbing with need for me.
Holy.
Fucking.
Hell.
Is it possible to die from overdosing on arousal? My tombstone will read: "departed this world due to a fatal case of s****l tension," and I'll go out with my face stuck in a moan.
His hands come back up to brace the wall on either side of me and every muscle in his body tightens in response to my touch. His legs part further, an invitation to keep exploring. Delicious shivers dan
