Caught in the throes of passion

Stop!

I so badly wanted to shout, but couldn't say the word out loud.

He licked my stomach and got to my navel.

The man flicked his tongue around my navel.

“Shit!” I screamed. It was too much for my body to bear.

Gods.

What sort of man is this?

Anywhere his tongue touches left desire in its wake.

I shivered at the feeling. It was heavenly.

I curled my toes and arched my back, eager to have his mouth forever on me.

If only I knew this was the exact feeling a person gets during intimacy, I would have long-lost my V card.

But here I am, a virgin, wriggling under a man who was supposed to be the enemy.

He sucked on my navel some more before he trailed his mouth down.

“Shit! Stop!” I tried to close my legs, but his body wedged between them, making it difficult for me to do so.

He licked down before his tongue flicked on my clitoris.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

His hand was still holding mine captive, so it made it difficult for me to move my hands.

He tightly held them.

His tongue flic