Chapter 25: Edwin
Our bodies collide together inside the kitchen as thunder begins to romp over the bungalow, presenting a tropical storm. Parted lips, chests, and private parts mingle with a fond likeness. I finger his chest, pull the white T-shirt from his torso, drop it to the kitchen floor, and meet my lips to one of his n*****s with an uncontained hunger. Lips press against his n****e and my tongue devours his skin. Fingertips dig into his hips, press against his flesh, and offer him an unquenchable lust.
He is just as hungry for my skin. Moaning with pleasure, he presses the back of my head with fingers and pushes me against his chest. A whisper escapes his mouth, “I want you, Storm. I’ve always wanted you.”
In a matter of seconds, my cotton shirt is removed and I’m pushed backwar
