Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday has some serious smexin going on.There’s nothing like an attentive man.
Whatever thought would have consumed me next shattered as moist heat closed over the tip of my breast. My back arched as the warmth stole over my skin, spreading, covering me in a blanket of sensation. My mouth parted, a moan rumbling through the back of my throat.
My legs twisted, my hips writhing, my body desperate. Hungry.
Elliott cupped my other breast, holding its weight within his palm. Not giving me the attention I craved, yet the small act of ownership of that part of my body as decadent as the things his tongue continued to do to my nipple.
If you’re still breathing after staring at that hot body, head on over to the official Six Sunday Site here to see the other great offerings.