My body was the piece, and his hands recreated it like they were his most cherished possession. Every touch felt like I was kissed by the cloud, and every stroke of his tongue felt like I was licked by heat.
His name flew from my lips as euphoria surpassed my body, and the entire room was lost to me as well as the world; the only thing that kept me grounded to earth and reminded me that I was still alive were his lips and warm breath brushing against my skin.
I squirmed beneath him, but my wrists were still held captive above my head, my legs apart, blocked by the muscular feel of his waist. I wanted to shut my knees and somehow ease the burn between my legs, but I couldn't.
He held the reins to everything that made my body come undone, and only he could make things right. I'm falling apart, but I don't know from which angle.
"Drevon, please…"
"Shhh…" he lulled me, focusing on making the burn worse than stopping it.
