He rubbed his palms on Gigi’s back. She felt the warmth of it, she breathed in and out. The tiny sparks of electricity from his hands roused in her a sweet longing, like a surge of electric zapping up her spine.
He drew closer, his body touching hers snugly. She wore an aquamarine spaghetti straP top on yellow pants. He caught the band of the pants with his hand and thrusted in, he felt her soft buttocks. She shook sharply, cold currents of electriC running up and down her blood stream. His left hand held and squeezed her right breast. She had dreamed about this encounter long in her childhood; a strange sex icon, ambushing her in her houSe, filling her with an indescribable passion of luSt and steadily taking her up and down through vibes of romp and adrenaline rusH.
The evening affair was a long one. She slept alone in her bed, a fresh air of relief and sweetness in her mind. When would she have a man to have and hold, for life and for loving? She wondered.