I look at her and smile to myself. A warmth spreads over my heart.
Those perfectly sinful lips like the petals of a wildflower. Those beautiful big eyes full of passion and a storm brewing inside them. Dark curls falling down her shoulder. That beautiful olive skin. That body a work of art and a beautiful compassionate heart.
God! She is gorgeous!!
How did I get so lucky?
I want to worship every inch of her body and soul!!
She. drives. me. crazy.
So I walk up to her and hold her from behind and press her close to myself. Her body, all wrapped up in barely there lace nothings…
She giggles softly. Her hair raising from the nape of her neck, a proof of how much she is affected by the electrifying current flowing between us.
I bring my mouth near her ear and whisper to her all the dirty things I want to do to her.
She sucks in a deep breath, her lips forming a perfect O. She turns to face me, arches her eyebrow…mischief twinkling in her eyes. A cunning smile spreads on her lips.
With a purr in her already seductive voice she whispers back
© Fiona Crystal • 📆 26th March, ’15 • ⌚ 09:00 A.M.
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