CHAPTER 45

There was nothing more I wanted- no I needed then his pleasurable touch over my naked body. Is this s-x? The feel of craving for touch?

He ran his fingers over a waistband of my skirt and buried his face on my chest, placing wet kisses everywhere. I moaned again and clenched bedsheet in between my fingers.

No words were exchanged neither any sound was audible except my harsh breathing and slight moans. And still I was enjoying as if I was on cloud nine. The pleasure was...