Why are you scared of sex?

✿Elizabella✿

He comes out of the bathroom fully naked and still dripping wet, soapy water trickling through his defined abdominal muscles like they were deep trenches.

I'm lounging on his bed, my skirt hiked up my leg completely, baring my milky white skin to his hungry eyes. I was looking at a book with interesting pictures that told me a little bit about barbarian/Hausa history. I didn't notice he is out because I was into the book a lot. His eyes are like an animal in mating season, a male seeing his female perfectly in reach, and heat. Cesar bounds over to me in three graceful, yet manly steps and grips me by the neck, pressing me to the sheets forcefully. At first, I was scared that he doesn't like that I was reading his book without his permission and is going to choke me, but then I realize that he's smirking, his grip on my neck lessening quickly.

"What are you doin'," he whispers in my ear. "Loungin' on my bed like 'dat. Lookin' so…so fuckable."

I want to gasp, but the wind