I'm a day late again, dang it. Yesterday's picspiration:
The moment her teeth sink into the soft skin at my neck, my mouth drops open. I can’t even help it, I gasp and my fingers tighten. Our bodies slide and grind together, seeking more over our clothes.
I need her — beneath me, above me, everywhere.
Moving her jeans down, I lower to my knees and kiss over her panties. My hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her closer. I run my nose up the space between her lips, my skin gliding easily against the silk, and inhale.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, gripping and guiding, bringing me closer.
Dawnie's drabble is here.