Mark On My Skin

A boy was holding a girl in his arms. He was only clad in a towel. Water was dripping from his wet hair and his skin was still red. The girl was still dressed but her top was pulled lower, revealing her milky shoulders. Her skin was red and her lips looked swollen.

Her hands were wrapped around the boy's waist and she glared at him but there was no anger in her eyes.

"You are being too rough. My mother would throw me out of the house if you left a mark on my skin." she mumbled, looking aggrieved. But her voice was seductive. A young boy would only feel the desire to leave a mark after hearing her.

Jamie was no different. He wanted to take off her clothes and do the deed already. His erection was making him crazy. But he knew he could not cross the boundaries or she would leave.