Shrinking hips pull and twist, magnetized. They always know when you’re close. My lips part involuntarily and a quiet gasp escapes through gritted teeth past a sex-starved tongue. Oh, and the want tastes ageless. It’s like that old bourbon I brought you, but even more intoxicating.
The stubble and the heat and the crooked-cornered grin. I know you know what you do to me. Dark magic dances across wild blue eyes and any control I tried to hold onto will vanish every time. Even our oldest, deep-rooted sins are weightless when you press yourself on top of me.