MIDAS
She says his name.
Over and over again and he kisses the words from her mouth, drinking in the taste and softness of her lips.
He kisses her once, twice, three times…pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and teasing her with his tongue her until she is breathless with need and he is completely incapable of thinking properly.
There is an incessant sound coming from some place far away but he does not wish to acknowledge it.
Not when he finally has her where he has wanted her since the minute he first laid eyes on her; naked beneath him, her fullness spilling out of his arms, hair like fire splayed across the stark white of his sheets.
She presses against him and when he feels the hardness of her n*****s graze against his bare chest, he has to bite down on a groan.
Skin again
