Gwyn
I should stop this, push him away and tell him that I am leaving and that I can't go further, but dammit, I want this. I want him. Gareth wraps a hand in my hair, pulling my head back to get better access to my mouth, and the slight sting on my scalp is like an electric shock to my entire system. It is like every part of me is aware of him, knowing exactly where we are touching and where we are not. The parts of me that are not touching him are aching for the contact. I decide that I will worry about the consequences tomorrow, but right now, I need him and I am not leaving until I have him, all of him. I grab onto his shoulders and use it to lift myself up, wrapping my legs around him and pressing my body against his, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. His hard c**k p
