Twelve - Drag Queen

I wasn’t bothered about going back to my apartment anymore. Actually, a part of me wanted to move in with Nathan. I wanted to sleep in the same bed as him and let him bath me like he did last night. I wanted to get used to being around him and his smile, and his cologne that jumbled my brain.

He kissed me hungrily, savoring my lips like a man stuck on an island for weeks would savor cheeseburgers. He slid his warm hands under my shirt, I loved the feel of his bands against my cold skin. He went ahead to cup my breasts—I wasn’t wearing any bra. I moaned in his mouth and he bit my tongue lightly; it felt like a sting. He pulled my shirt over my head, leaned down and latched onto one of my breasts. I gripped his shoulders for support, so I wouldn’t fall on my ass. He slipped his hand into my shorts and rubbed my clit through my panties. I sunk my fingernails into his shoulder muscles and moaned. He pulled my shorts from my waist and I stepped out of them. He didn’t waste any time pullin