Falling Again

Dario hovered over me. A bulge tented his pants. He brought his fingers, coated in my juices to his mouth and licked them clean with a wicked smile. My core clenched, wanting more, completely mesmerized by the sensations slowly dimming in my body.

My hand moved toward the waistband of his pants, desire clouding my judgment, but he caught my hand gently and shook his head.

“No,” he said, firm but