7 - On my Lap
Summer
I had all but melted into his arms during the bath, which was both calming and awkward. Calming because he kept reassuring me with sweet words, softly caressing my skin and bathing me. Awkward because we were both naked except for the mask. He let me take my time once he was sure I was okay and removed it to wash my face with cold water.
It seemed so unreal. The entire night. Him.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I exhaled. “He is wild,” I mumbled, blushing and touching the hickeys on my neck, breasts and hips. He even bit my ass and left a tiny hickey over it. My n*****s hardened at the memory of his lips, teeth and hands touching me everywhere, manhandling me like I was made for his pleasure.
I wondered who he was beneath the mask when I tied mine back
