Wade
I walk Eleanor back into the cabin while feeding her hungry kisses. Even a few days away from her has me starving. Having a taste of her, then trying to convince myself that I didn’t want more was a losing battle. All it did was increase my craving.
It was one thing when I didn’t know how she sounded while in ecstasy, when I could only imagine how she’d feel against me, how her lips would mold to mine, or how she’d hold me. After experiencing all that and knowing my fantasies were a pale comparison, staying away took every ounce of restraint I had.