Snip it from Bound

Just a little snip-it from Bound: Methodically, his hands graze my lower back rounding my sides, down my hips, every trace leaving a trail of heat around my body. He rests them firmly there with his thumbs pressing into my pelvic bones. It’s not painful but leaves me painfully aware of exactly where they are. Turning my back to him, he pulls me closer than I thought possible, grinding away in perfect time with the music. I’m surprised by the way he moves, despite his size, it’s sensual, intimate, and erotic in its own right. My response time is greatly diminished from intoxication; all I can do is go with it, allow him to manipulate my body. Resting my head on his chest, I feel the music through our movements; his thickness is raging against my lower back. Holy hell, I’m so turned on! He leans his head down into the crook of my neck murmuring something I can’t hear against it. The vibrations from his lips and deep voice send me into overdrive, but I’m pressed so tightly against him that all I can do is run my hands over his tight forearms. The hair on his skin is rough under my fingertips but sends electric currents through my hands. His knee is between my thighs pressing himself against my cheek. I haven’t been this close to anyone since Will, and I split a little over two years ago. I didn’t realize how much I had missed a man’s touch on my body, how lonely I’ve felt. The sparks flowing between us are igniting something I haven’t felt in years. I’ve tried to eliminate that need in my life by devoting myself to work and school so what little feeling is left I am able to drown in drugs. I need to create some space between us, but as I try to pull away from him, his arms lock. I want to stay in his arms all night, preferably naked, in my bed, covered in sweat, but I know I can’t.