Him

With his hands running down my body and his lips on my neck, I know what he wants.

As he bit down gently, I let out a little squeal of pleasure. Oh, god yes. His fingers are like magic, placing them everywhere I need them.

“Please,” I had whispered into his ear, a smirk decorating his face.

Fingers tracing my body, up and down, his lips moved down, stopping between my legs, that damn smirk across his lips again.

All I needed was him. He can invoke feelings I never knew I had, deep from within. He continued doing so until I was shaking and whimpering; a satisfied mess.