Michael
Ian moved down exploring every part of my chest, convincing me of his torturous ways. He pushed my top up trapping my arms above my head so I struggled to touch him. I wanted to touch him.
I needed to touch every part of him.
It was only when he straddled me that I noticed he was already naked. My whole body tingled as I drink in his impressive body making me form ideas specifically around licking every part of his massive form. His firm chest muscles flexed and rippled perfectly, my eyes following the movement down to his abs as my eyes trailed down further. My wolf grew greed taking on every inch. Lower and lower.
Goddess, every inch of him perfect.
Suddenly my clothes became an obstical; restricting me, suffocating me. I needed them off now. I needed all my skin to tou
