Desire me…

Do you desire me? Show me; tear at my clothes and fuck me like the bitch I am.

I don’t know if she meant what she said but I wanted to.

I moved to her and stared into dark eyes; they followed my hand to one of her buttons as I slowly separated the material. Slipping both hands into the gap I pulled her into me and kept pulling.

The sound of buttons tearing from fabric and hitting the tile echoed as we kissed deeply, and in her passion, bit down on my lip until we tasted blood. She stepped back staring.

A navy bra exposed; I grabbed at fabric again to free a dark nipple; I sucked on it hard. She gasped as her hands pulled at my hair. I bit down, and she cried out. Her fingers twisted in my hair and pulled me away to expose my neck. She snarled and released her grip — her eyes were wild.

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