the-voyeur-next-door

He held me much closer than Carl had. His grip was firm and possessive. It left no doubt in anyone__ mind who I belonged to and that alone sent a thrill through me that I knew was wrong. He imprisoned me in the unwavering chains of his gaze, leaving me powerless to break away while he scrutinized my soul. I wondered what he was looking for.__ou came.__he hand on my waist slid over the swell in my spine where it connected to the rise of my backside. His palm flattened against the spot and I was drawn even closer, eliminating what modicum of space there had been between us. My soft frame was cradled seamlessly into the unyielding length of his in all the places that counted, thighs, pelvis, stomach _ breasts. I couldn__ even breathe without feeling the skim of my hardened nipples against his chest. I couldn__ move without feeling his cock reaching for me through miles of fabric to prod into my midsection. He was long and hard and I grew wet from that knowledge alone.__abriel___ couldn__ leave without having this dance with you.__y fingers tightened around his shoulder. __hy?__is quiet exhalation whispered over the curve of my cheeks, smelling of mint and despair. __ecause the further away I got from you, the more it felt like if I kept driving, I would lose you for good and that scared me like nothing else.