Anxiety charging through me

"Here? ,' he whispers teasingly, anticipation and anxiety charging through me.

'Yes. Oh, yes.' I like your moves.

He smiles wickedly. 'This will be hard, but I won't hurt you.'

'Take me,' I whisper.

He reaches down, and my heart skips a beat. He softly kisses my face, insistent. He plants a soft wet kiss on my lips, insistent, making my muscles clench in response. I gasp and moan , and one of his hands moves into my hair, holding my head in place. My subconscious is thrilled.