Strength

I was weightless and wet, floating as his tongue probed my greedy mouth.  I laughed between his kiss and smiled staring down into his gold eyes when I finally managed to pull back and take a breath.  He cheated a bit, pressing me back into the wall, but as he ground into my denim shield I was lost in his arms.  There’s something about the strength of a man and his willingness to carry you.  I was under his spell and power.  He knew I had already completely surrendered to his need but still enjoyed showing me his strength.

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