17 Hayden

17

Hayden

I had lost the number of counts I had imagined her soft pillowy lips. Kissing them, biting them, claiming them. Of her arms wrapped around me, urging me closer and parting her soft thighs for me.

I had squeezed my eyes shut, shivering and swallowing the sweet hums of her. Her fingers were in my hair, keeping me close, as if she was afraid I would pull away. I was scared that if I opened my eyes, it would be just another dream. I would wake up in my bed, dark, cold and alone. That her warmth would leave me. The aching press of her body, gently rocking against me, would disappear.

A groan left my lips when I felt the metal on her tongue and pulled her closer, squeezing her hips with my other hand. She had her tongue pierced.

“This…” I murmured between the kiss. Eyes closed and kissing her beauty spot. I could trace it with my tongue even if I was blind. “This feels like a dream,” I breathed out, her hot breath brushing against my jaw as her hands fidgeted with the collar of m