" Careful," Becca said as she helped Leo sit on the bed. He sat down and the next thing he did was pull her closer to his body and with a smile playing on her lips, she happily indulged in his acts of naughtiness.
He shifted closer to the center of the bed, his leg laying flat in front of him. Clasping Becca's hands in his, he drew her in and made her sit on his lap, straddling him as he dragged his finger along her lips, feeling it, parting it. He leaned in slowly, his warm breaths trickling on her face, heat flooding her in waves.
Becca's body burnt with need, blazing as lust perforated her. Cheeks flushed red as his strong arms held her in place. If it hadn't been for that, she was sure she would have melted by now or even better, prowled her way onto him. His breaths kept teasing her, sending heavy throbs down her thighs. She stared at him, blinking as a faint smell, different from his Cologne, whiffed into her nostrils. Smoke.
I started a new book called Self-love: was it really worth it? And sometimes I do ask myself, is it really worth it? What have I not done to make my life less depressing?
Sorry for sounding cynical, I'm just in a very bad place in my life and I feel trapped. I can't even breathe.