The minute my lips brushed against his
calloused hand, it felt like a puddle of warmth had entered my stomach. It tossed at the felling of his rough hand against my face.
My eyes closed involuntarily and I immediately felt all the
sensations I ignored before well up and overflow. His scent was
woodsy with a hint of musk. The heat from his body seeped into mine. I could feel his legs against my legs and the rough material
of his jeans through my tights.
The calluses against my mouth created a delightful friction
that sent shots of arousal into my stomach, settling in and weighing me down. I tried to squeeze my eyes and make the feelings go away but that only
aided in revving them even higher. My entire body broke into goose bumps, I
could feel my arm hairs standing on end and I felt my hyper-sensitive body lean
towards him.
If I had thought that it was hot before, the temperature in
the room skyrocketed to boiling. It had turned
into a sauna and Carl was my own personal set of hot rocks. I opened my eyes to
see him looking straight at me. His eyes were still silver but they had
brightened and they were searing straight in to mine.
“Do you feel like finally telling the truth now? Or do you
want to continue to be a liar and a coward?” He asked. I couldn't help but nod
my head. It was like he had control over me. My head was fogged with
desire even as a part of me tried to push everything away.
His hand moved from my mouth and gently stroked across my
cheek and down my neck leaving a fiery trail. The warmth caused me
to lean into his hand and seek the fire that he gave to me so freely. That
passion that he stroked ever so slightly when he was around, but with his touch
turned into something that could easily be compared to a California wildfire.
It was epic. Monumental.
He pulled at my hair slightly with the other hand to get my
attention as his right hand stayed on my shoulder and he gave it a soft
squeeze. I looked back at those captivating eyes that practically sent me over
the moon and I nodded.
