‘The minute we were in my apartment, our mouths were fused together as we made our way to my room. When he pinned me to the wall and thrust his thigh between mine, I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to grind against him, or the cry that escaped me as sensation coursed through me. Seconds later, our clothes went flying as we stumbled to my bed and fell to the mattress.
His fingers moved instantly to find my hot, wet center, stroking me into a frenzy before driving into me. I had a second to think that it felt like coming home before our bodies were thrusting together, filling my room with the sound of meeting skin, strained breaths, his moans and my cries. It was better than it had ever been - more intense, more passionate, just more everything, and as badly as I wanted my release, part of me wanted it to go on forever.’
Homecoming a Wicked Ways letter featured at For The Girls. Intelligent erotica for women.
