MEET CHRIS
Slowly, he knelt to the ground, pulling me closer. His jaw was flexed and determined with my waist clutched between his hands. He warned, “I'm
going to kiss every inch of you." While he rubbed the tips
of his face across my stomach, circling my naval, air escaped
from the groan in my heart, until it felt like I couldn't breathe.
The base of my neck titled toward the ceiling, as he kept his
promise, one caress after another. And when my eyes closed, the umbra of silence crackled between us. There was no rush in him. Nothing
holding either of us back. Complete ataraxia overtook
my body, and an
unexpected tremble
pulsed through the seat of my spine, even though he hardly touched
me. Sensations spread, heating up the hallow of my stomach. The way he grazed over my skin was incredible. His mouth parted like gentle feathers, tickling, igniting my wild. As much as I wanted to escalate,
to ravish him, he
wouldn't let me. He took complete control of our sweet rhythm
together.