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A Sigh of Relief
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Anne It hurt everywhere. It was as if I was drenched in hot oil with tiny crab chewing on my skin. I’ve never been in that kind of situation. I don’t even know why I used that analogy, but it looked like how it would feel if one was placed in hot oil with flesh-eating crabs. The room was spacious, but there was hardly any movement of air. I felt stuffed. Stuffed! I jerked up my head, wondering if I was still inside that God-forsaken place that almost snuffed the life out of me. I sighed deeply when I saw the leathery ceiling of the tent. I was beginning to think my rescue was a dream, and the face I saw was all in my head. That’s right, Vincent! Just then, a presence loomed over me. I was going to look at who it was but I was made brain dead when a very familiar softness gently pressed against my lips. I inhaled sharply as charges surged from the point of contact right down to the pit of my belly where flutters erupted. Through the slits of my hooded eyes, I could make out his
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Anne “Hey, you forgot your gloves again,” he said from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against a tree, fully clothed in his PPE, with a set of gloves in his hands. “Oh shoot! I forgot,” I exclaimed, rushing towards him to take the gloves. “Thanks,” I had said and stretched out my hand to collect it, but he raised it above my head and out of my reach. I stared puzzled at him and saw a glint of mischief in his eyes. I cocked my mouth to the side, squinting my eyes thoughtfully, before springing to grab it from him. He laughed, taking the gloves higher than before. “Vincent!” I whined, “Give it!” “Make me,” he dared. I squinted my eyes thoughtfully again, but now, I was really thinking of a way to get the gloves. Shortly after, I slowly moved closer to him, intruding into his personal space. He looked at me with a cocky smile and a raised eyebrow. “Are you going to kiss me or something? Remember, we have face shields on,” he said with a chuckle. “As…a…matter…of…fact…no!”
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Anne He reached down and grabbed my butt, then used it to slide me up on his body till I was face to face with him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. Of course, all his actions, be it the one with his eyes and the one with his body and hands were doing crazy things to my mind and body. I tried to keep my head up but the feeling coursing through me made it feel so heavy, plus the way those orbs roamed my face made me dizzy with desire. I had to bring my head down to his shoulders and lay it there. He kissed my forehead whilst sliding his hands into my big shirt, and grabbing my skin tenderly. “Hmm…you’re so soft,” he whispered in a raspy voice, sending chills down my body. His voice excites me, especially when we are this close. It is one of the things that made me know how he was feeling at that moment. The rest were his hooded eyes, his touch, and that huge bulge beneath me. “And you’re so hard,” I replied, then widened my eyes and smacked my hand against my lips at the
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Anne He roughly pulled me against him, then moved backward and closed the door with the back of his foot. When he was sure the door was secured in its latch with the clicking sound, he pushed forward, still not leaving my lips. We reached the foot of the bed and he pulled away, only to push me on the bed, then followed. He would have fallen on top of me with all his weight but he had first landed with his arms before gently lowering the rest of his body on top of me, taking my lips again. There was urgency in the way he kissed me; in the way he glided on me as if he’d been holding and bottling himself for so long. I didn’t mind. It was overly appreciated by me. I parted my legs to feel his lower body better. My own heat was back and had matched his in seconds. I grabbed his butt and pulled it closer to me, moaning as my body trembled with excitement. I was finally feeding it. He slipped his hands into my big shirt and dragged roughly at my skin, pulling and rubbing as he went up.
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