Alissa in Wankerland 8

I placed my head on his chest. It felt warm and smooth. The beat of his heart sung in my ears as it beat with a fast paced rhythm. Was he anxious?

A familiar pull came over me once again and I drew even closer to him. His hands were wrapped around my waist and his head was tucked in my shoulder. I loved the way he leaned on me or seemed to sink into me when we were together.

I remembered the previous night, waking up to his head on my bare chest, my pink nipples glistening under the lean streaks of light. And now with his face pressing against my shoulder, I felt his soft lips pressed against the nape of my neck. It sent shivers down my spine and reverberated in my clit as it pulsed with life.

He was doing it again, the way he touched me and the way my body responded. I thought about the things I wanted the person I let in do to me. Things I knew would make anyone gasp. But the way Haziel surrendered to me made me feel like he was willing to do whatever I wanted, to fulfil my inner