The Beginning

He takes her. Takes her to his place. Takes her roughly. Lays her down on cold sheets. Soft sheets. Satin sheets. He hitches up her legs and tells her. Tells her this. Tells her that. Tells her everything she wants to hear. Needs to hear in order to. In order to loosen off those muscles. He kisses downy hairs. Small of her back. Breathes in her scent. Holds himself back. Back from diving in mouth first. Instead he tickles her soft smooth skin.

She squirms. She moans. She's ready. And he holds back. He likes where he has her. Quivering under. Shivering from. Waiting for. Waiting for the rest.

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