Wicked
Kenzie Taylor, John Strong Pic(s)
The air was thick with the scent of rain on hot asphalt and the distant, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine, clinging to the humid darkness. A single bare bulb above a weathered screen door cast a jaundiced glow across the cracked concrete step, illuminating the slow, deliberate path of a water droplet tracing the curve of a woman’s spine. ide, the low hum of a window unit compressor provided a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft, wet sounds of mouths exploring familiar territory. His calloused hands, smelling of motor oil and summer sweat, moved with a rough tenderness over the smooth skin of her hips, finding the delicate lace edge of her underwear. She arched into his touch, a low moan catching in her throat as her fingers tangled in the damp cotton of his t-shirt, pulling him closer into the narrow space between the wall and the Formica counter. The cool laminate pressed agat her back, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from their bodies, a silent testament to the urgency building between them. Outside, a dog barked twice, a distant, hollow sound that was swallowed by the heavy silence of the trailer, a world reduced to this single, charged moment. He lowered his mouth to the sensitive hollow of her throat, his breath a hot promise agat her pulse, which hammered a frantic rhythm agat his lips. In that suspended tant, the entire universe seemed to exist within the four thin walls of that room, a sanctuary of shared breath and desperate, aching need.
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