They’re undercover freaks.
Taurus: You love rough sex…like scratches down your back, hands at the neck, fingernails digging into skin rough sex. Anytime, anywhere.
Pisces: Not having to think for a single second—being told what to do and how to please you.
I watched his eyes, they were almost rolled back with pleasure, the brown-grey almost darker, more mysterious. I bit my lip and he licked his in response, biting, then pulling my lip, bringing me closer to him.
I could taste a little blood where he broke the skin.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, firm and serious now. I did as I was told.
“I love it when you moan,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper, making me arch my back with pleasure. “Now I wanna know what you sound like when I’m inside you.”
I lifted my fingers to his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt, then the veins, bulging and warm in his neck.
“I need you,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the biggest vein, “I’m starting to feel really, really scared.”
“Please,” I whispered pleadingly, locking eyes with him, “I’m ready.”
“Oh, I don’t think you are.”