I felt her move against me, enjoy me, take pleasure from my body. And now I want more. I want to rip off that dress of hers and trace her body with my tongue, feeling every dip and curve. I want to hear that breathy moan again. I want to know if she’s a screamer, or if she moans quietly. I grab her hand when I see Grayson’s house and don’t bother letting her go. I’m not letting go of her anytime soon.
