Brigg is stretched taunt from head to toe like a cat after a nap but this boy ain't been sleepin. He his wide awake.
His soft coarse hair feels so good beneath me. Glancing up his eyes are tightly shut and head back. All the way back. Pausing I can taste him move as every sensation is alive. We kindle each other setting nerve endings on fire. I linger wanting him to need more. The room is stifled in passion as our desire consumes us. Each breath grows louder and my eyes find his as he sits up and whispers "Look at you."
Reaching my hands out at the same time he weaves them tight between his fingers. Hazel eyes are piercing mine. He is staring into my soul and there is no where to hide.
