I had hurt him already, opened him up to me, and was gentling him in bed, holding him curled into me, wrapped up close, cuffed and kissed, some beautiful expanse of soft bruised skin. Him naked, me, with shirt thrown aside in the heat of earlier physicality, in bra and jeans, boots off eons ago to leave stockinged feet.

My legs wrapped over him, I licked and sucked at his mouth, stroked his body with … Continue Reading