Mens sexy under.
To be continued
My nose pressed against
leather.
A
mix of
rain,
wet cotton and the
smell of his skin
filled me.
I shivered in his arms as the elevator climbed to his
apartment.
Years of acting like the scream in my stomach
every time I saw him
did not exist were finally
over. Pashakot1983
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All the
lies. The times I
looked at a
stranger in the mirror because I saw him instead of my
husband when he made
love to me.
It all
pooled at my
feet with the
water that dripped
from us.
Sometimes
running was the
best option, if it led to this. To him.
He held me in his
arms like I was slipping from him, afraid this was
only a
dream.
His heartbeat throbbed against my cheek as the
dark city disappeared below us.
The elevator slowed and
suddenly I was
being pulled upwards, my
feet lifting
off the
ground so
that he could press his
mouth to mine. I cried
out at
his touch, overwhelmed,
needing him to
make me
forget,
heal, cry,
through the pain. I wrapped my thighs
around him
and he lifted me further,
one hand gripping the nape of my neck, the
other cradling my weight.
Mens sexy under.
