Luna
Tlou stands up along with me. I cling to his broad shoulders as he starts to walk. I point him towards my room. There he lays me down on the bed, and pull his t-shirt over his head. His body is glorious. Thick muscles rope up his arms to bunch at his biceps. His stomach is flat and ripped.
Ahhhh, f**k. I’m drooling like a denied s*x slave.
I raise my hand beckoning him me.
He places one knee on my bed taking ahold of my hand. He brings it to his lips, and place a wet kiss to my palm trailing down to my wrist. His eyes never leaving mine.
His eyes rove over my body with a hungry light that I can’t help but respond to. I whimper utterly gone. “Beautiful,” he moans against my skin. His voice rumbles through me setting off tiny quakes. I close my eyes arching my hand to his t
