The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.
Here are mine (edited to fit the 8) from Exhibition…
“Do you have a safe word?” he murmured, his thumb lazily stroking over her hip bone repeatedly. He spoke loud enough to hear, but soft enough that she had to focus to follow him.
She shook her head, she never bothered with one because she never called it – she didn’t get anything she didn’t want or deserve. Grace thought she heard him mutter something but it was too soft for her to be sure.
“No safeword…no play, ” he said as his hand left her hip and a finger traced along the crease of her thigh, over her neatly trimmed mons, down the seam between her thighs. “So what’s it going to be?”
Grace panicked for a moment, her mind blank, unable to think of a single word. All she could focus on was his hands on her body, his voice in her darkness – need.
© Nicolette Hugo