Plow a Garden

Clara

Gael lifted my thigh over his shoulder and kissed my core with his hot, hungry mouth. I arched back at the electrifying touch, my back bowing and my head hitting the walls behind me with a thud.

Every damn logic tossed out of my head when he like a supplicant, licked and kissed me. His large hands went down my body to my hips which he held tightly in order to keep me still against the wall.