Dumpster Fire

I pushed my hands under his shirt, and dug my nails into him while pressing my hips to his, feeling how hard he was against my body. The ferociousness of my desire melted away the news, the questions of “what’s next”, and what will happen? I only felt the warmth of his skin under my hands as we pulled and yanked at each other’s clothing until there was nothing left but the wet of his tongue on mine, the slip of my lips on his, and the grabbing and pulling at the flesh of each other.