Chapter 35 A WILD NIGH

My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned to the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate muscles of my upper body. Pushing him away in contention over this is not on my mind. I'm so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I'm almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in-the waves of desires surging in us. I am so lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussycat is throbbing and howling for him, and my pants are all wet, bolstering smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze. As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of his head, guiding