61|| No way out

Man, how I love to make her blush.

The creamy skin of hers holds a red blush, her dark brown eyes cascading down unsure of how to react, then coming back to meet mine as though searching for honesty in my words, my compliment. The red tendrils frame her face. Teeth press against her soft, petal-like lips, teasing me to replace them with my own, to bite them and deepen the red blush. Bite, suck, lick them until my own lust starts reflecting in her eyes.

"You have always been good with words," she remarks, passing the comment, trying to hide the reaction my words had on her.

My hands reach to tilt her chin towards me, staring straight into her eyes. "I didn't know until you came into my life."