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What started out as a slow, sensational kiss in the living room, ended up as a fast, hot and nerve wrecking kiss in the other bedroom, that left my lips numb and bloody. And his too.

But who cares. Absolutely no one.

He pulled away, licking the blood on his lips. “Are you sure about this?” He asked like he didn't want it as much as I did.

Absolute Bullshit.

“Would you rather jerk off in the shower?” I asked the obvious.

He nodded, grinning as he sat on the bed with his legs down, and apart. “Undress”

Huh?

Like he read my thoughts, he repeated his question. Slowly this time. “Un-dress”

Foreplay, huh?

I giggled as I gripped the hem of my shirt with an intention of pulling it over even though it has like only four buttons that were easier to unbutton.

“Slowly” He told me.

I did as I'm told to do, removing the shirt as slowly as I could, the heat of his stare on me and he watched as I pulled the shirt off and tossed to somewhere we both didn't know. The hunger in his eyes made me throb.