25: Need

“I thought about you as well.” I moaned out, my mouth meeting his neck and littering kisses there. He shuddered. “I woke up to the thoughts of you!” I said with a shaky voice, “and slept with only you on my mind.”

He pulled his mouth away from my shoulder to stare into my eyes. He beheld me with so much desire that it shook my entire being. His mouth was relentless in the passionate kiss it unleashed on mine. I kissed back fiercely, and my hands clung to the nape of his neck.

Without breaking the loss, he slid his hands down to cup the swell of my breast, his thumb brushing over the tips that hardened into a tight, aching bud under the dress.

With no bra as a shield, the dress did little to protect my breasts, and now that I am touching them with the dress, it gives almost the same feeling as without the dress on.

After over a minute of undivided attention to my breast, he pulled down the dress, slipping his hand over mine to reveal the real thing to his eyes. His lust flared, and his