Sweet trap

Third-person POV

“I’m sorry for dirtying your sheet,” she said, putting both hands to cover her beat red face. She wanted to cry, but she trying to compose herself. She felt so embarrassed, a great feeling of shameful experience.

“What do you mean, don’t be sorry because you feel great pleasure because of me.” He kissed her forehead, “I should be the one who should be sorry, I think I push you too hard but I don’t think I can stop right now.” He whispers.

She did not have time to ask nor speak, his lips sealed her mouth with his tongue. He kissed her hastily while rubbing his body on top of her, “open your legs for me, Cora,” he commanded.

She gradually does it without hesitation, accepting him to do whatever he wants to her body. As if they knew each other for too long, they accept the desire that flamed inside.

She hangs her both arms to his nape, accepting all the kisses all over her face down to her neck and collarbone. As if her mind is melted also from the heat, she can’t think