Alone

When we were alone Terry and I laid in his twin size bed listening to rap music that he put on. We laid next to each other while I scratched his back slowly and sensually with my acrylic nails. He loved it and would say that he could marry me. Other times we were all over each other. Terry would take his hand and rest it behind my head to guide my face close to his, where our lips could meet. When he kissed me, his mouth devoured mine as if he were hungry and he couldn't get enough. He caressed my body. His hands found their way to the top of my chest and he caressed my breasts from outside my shirt. Trying to feel my hard nipples through my shirt and bra. He then lifted my shirt to see my bra and moved his fingers around my nipples in a circular motion and pinched them. All the while kissing my lips and traveling down my neck. My breathing sped up and my chest moved up and down in rhythm. My back arched as I ached for his touch and the feeling of euphoria filled me from the inside out.