The roomie was strong, confident and powerful, and slammed me hard against the wall. I felt his sexy, hard body against mine, his hands gripping me like we were passionately connected, and his lips teasing my neck with fiery touches. His kiss was deep and difficult to pull away from, as if something far beyond physical love was burning within us. His push against me was thrilling and I felt I could drown in him.
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My heart racing as I watched him, admiring his rock hard ass as he moved and grooved to the rhythm of the music. I wanted to reach out, grab that sexy butt and never let go. So I did – a pang of pleasure shot through us, and his inviting eyes told me he wanted more. And boy, did I deliver.
My roomie and I had a stolen moment of pleasure–a tenderly desperate kiss before he pushed me onto the bed with a whisper of a moan that promised something wicked. His hands roamed my body with gentle passion, uncovering my need for more than just his touch. That lingering kiss was fuel enough for the raging fire inside.