I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers playing with the hem of my underwear, teasing him with a smile, and when he moved toward me, I pulled him down into a kiss, our bodies pressed together as we lost ourselves in the moment.
I lounged on the bed, my underwear clinging to my skin, pretending to be indifferent as he paced at the edge, but inside I was burning, and when he finally climbed onto the bed, I pulled him into a kiss so deep and desperate that there was no turning back.
The sheets tangled around our legs as we fought for dominance. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, his smile dark and wicked. I surrendered willingly, my heart pounding, my body aching to be taken.
