CHAPTER SEVEN
With a twist, he has me straddling his waist, his hands holding my hips. I study him as he lays underneath me in what I consider a more submissive position. Whether it is or not, remains to be seen. But for now, I choose to believe it is. With my hands free, I can trace his facial features and explore his body under my fingertips.
He lays still, only his eyes following my movements. His small, dark n*****s are pointed and I flick them with my tongue. I get no other reaction than him tensing slightly. His fingers fist in my loose hair for a mere moment and then he rubs my long strands over his chest. As I work my way down his body, kissing, l*****g, tasting his skin, he once again grips my hair and when I reach my limit, my hair becomes like a leash and I can’t go any furthe
