JUDE
My hands fist his shirt, my whole body burning and twisting and pressing into his.
A whimper escapes my throat, and he swallows it before he moans back into my mouth, making my closed eyes roll at the back of my head. It's over too soon.
But his face is on my neck, breathing me in, rubbing, and my shoulders hunch up, as I shiver, something sweet curling my spine as I feel him go down my body, flushed against me, touching, owning me, reminding me just who he is to me.
What he is to me.
And somehow, reminding me who and what I am to him. How weak I am when it comes to him.
I am a slut for him; my body betrays me, but I can't really put it all on my body, can I? My brain stopped working, all worries pushed back, back, and turned into mush when I felt him.
He kissed me first so that when I break apart like the little slut I am, at least I will know that he cares about me above all else.
