18 - You Taste like Heaven

18 - You Taste like Heaven

Mia

Biting my lip, I wriggled my ass, trying to feel his hardened length closer to where I needed him. But I ached everywhere, my body thrumming with the need to be filled, touched, kissed, licked. Whatever adverbs or adjectives there were to perform bodily intimacy with each other.

The soft pads of his fingers brushed over the backs of my thighs, making me shiver. I took a deep breath, trying to control the aching need bubbling inside me. They slid over my inner thigh, gliding over to my ass. I stayed still, wishing he’d never stop when I felt the slight shake of his breathing.

Was he turned on by this as much as I was?

No, it could be that he didn’t like the plain white underwear I wore.

Before I could voice out my worry, he cupped my ass and squeezed. Hard. “You’ve a fucking lovely ass.” I took a sharp breath when he slapped one of my cheek, keeping the skirt flipped over my back. “I’m going to turn it into the perfect shade of pink so you remember yo