I placed my hands on his upper chest and rubbed him consolingly. I looked down at his penis. It looked to me to be awaking from its nap. I raised my hands to his cheeks and stood on my toes and kissed his lips quickly and looked down again. There was definitely life returning to it. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to be marked by him, for him to take me, to stretch me in front of him and ravish me, to possess me like no man ever had before, to bend me over and spread my trembling legs, to ravage my body with his, to plunge...