The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit the 8) from Exhibition…

Grace wasn’t sure how long he drew on her, teased her. His hands spoke for him as he worked in silence, but her breathing, her low torn moans became louder.

He made her soft and pliable under him.

When he leaned over her to draw up her arm, his shirt kept lightly brushing her turgid nipple to the point of pain, causing her to twist and groan; rub her thighs together.

“Be still,” he admonished with a slap to her breast.

She bucked from the pleasure of it, almost came, but he withdrew all his touch.

He left her rasping for breath as she backed away from the edge of pleasure.

Then he started again.

 © Nicolette Hugo

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