My hands clenched at my sides, my fingers digging into my palms just to keep my composure.... the lighting of the room caught the sharp definition of his abs and the rugged massive frame of his body.
His huge hands hanging loosely at his sides.
Looking at him standing there a wild intrusive rush of memories and desires flooded my mind.
I knew exactly what those hands felt like when he wasn't holding back.
I could almost feel the phantom sensation of him pulling my hair from behind tilting my head back to look at him and smacking my skin hard when he was about to cum.
I remembered the heavy unyielding weight of him riding through my orgasms with me, his breath hot against my neck as he pushed us both over the edge.
The memory alone made my blood run hot, the physical pull between us so crazy it made me want to scream out loud from the sheer frustration of it.
But I couldn't move...…. I wasn't supposed to be doing this right now...….. we weren't okay.
