As I stood there, eyeing her – still not her face, only those beautiful hands and the high-heeled shoes she was wearing – she extended her hand to me. That was what kept my spirits up in this wretched place; humour and fantasies. xnx She kept stroking me, my cheek, my hands, my arms, my thigh. Her quickened breath and soft sighs were music to my ears. And she kept me there, kept me riding the wave of my orgasm, holding me close and safe at the same time. The warmth in them was still there. “I’ll take care of you.”
I froze at those words, and slowly lifted my gaze to meet her eyes. She understood, lifted herself up a bit and removed the shirt. As she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I inhaled sharply and, unconsciously, pushed my body against hers.
