CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BRYAN

Pressed against me, Diana smells like vanilla, her hair smells like fresh apples, just like my mum's hair used to smell, and they instantly remind me of everything my mother was.

Then the urge to have her builds in me, but I don't know if it's something that she'd want. She seems so focused on the show, while I'm so focused on her, on her body, her hair, her laugh, how she smells and how she talks, how I want to have her, how I NEED to have her.

She occasionally pushes her backside to the girth of me, I still can't tell if she's doing it purposefully, or if it's just the excitement from the show.

I rest my hand on her thighs, stroking gently and casually, and even though I want so much more, I make my moves slowly.

My strokes on her things causes her to push back into me even harder, arousing me and causing a swelling in my loins.

“D” I moan out, softly, and unintendedly.

She turns around to face me, fixing a hand on my hair, and the other on my arm, to steady her on the couc