I hate myself for asking, but, Like…what else was he saying? About me.
With a temperate nudge, I give his strapping shoulders a push, urging him back against the cushions, legs spread, hands at his sides.I dont know what comes over me—sexual repression, probably—but I find myself straddling his wide hips, sitting my ass right on top of his thick thighs as if it has a right to be there.
My eager palms rest on his chest, easing up the smooth fabric of his shirt, every tendon in his body beneath my fingertips. At my mercy when I pin him down.Hands behind your head, I murmur into his ear, dragging my nose up and down the shell of it, his hair tickling my nostrils.He complies quickly and without protest, clasping those great, masculine hands of his behind his head, lacing them together. His biceps bulge, whiter than the rest of him, veins blue and prominent.
I graze my fingertips along the sensitive skin there, relishing how soft it is. How strong and solid the muscles are. Firm. Flattening my palms, they skim Rowdys flesh, over his armpits and down his ribcage.Hes breathing hard, squirming under me.
What do you daydream about the most?
I kiss his neck, just below his jawline.I cant stop thinking about him
God, look at him staring at meHe was my sisters boyfriend
I reserved us the dartboard in back but were going to make this quick.For real, he still wants to go through the motions of playing darts? Is this guy unhinged? Im his ex-girlfriend!