“You really want this?” It was less of a question, his voice was full of wondering. XXX His hands on my body,fighting to pull my tank top out of the shorts. It was back to friendship, that easygoing banter, avoiding everything that might go deeper. That thought would never occur to me. The only sound in the room our panting, the slapping sound of skin on skin. “I like the rain, rainy days.” His eyebrow rose and I felt the need to explain. I longed to feel them again, on me, in me. Reluctantly I reached out, touched his shoulders, felt his muscles move under the shirt. I knew what he was referring to. Read 12777 times |
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